I'm alright with a decent meal and decent sex
As long you're here in my arms, I'm perfectly content
With half-baked poetry, it doesn't need to be rocket science
I'd go for a whisky, but you'd tell me: Baby, all we got is wine
And that'll be fine
That'll be fine
As long as you're mine
That'll be fine
I'm alright with a no-big-deal kinda birthday
Can't think of anything I want, so anything is great
Turn on the TV, our show isn't on until tomorrow night
Just pick something easy, at least we'll be staring at a flickering light
And that'll be fine
That'll be fine
As long as you're mine
That'll be fine
Yeah, that'll be fine
That'll be fine
As long as you're mine
That'll be fine