I asking for the moon? 
Is it really so impossible? 
That you and I could soon  [bad word] to some kind of arrangement? 

I’m not asking for the moon 
I've always been a realist 
When is really nothing more 
Than a simple rearrangement 

With one roof above our heads 
warm house to return to 
We could start with separate beds 
I could sleep alone or learn to 
I’m not suggesting that we'd find 
some earthly paradise forever 
I mean how often does that happen now 
the answer’s probably never 
but we [bad word] to an arrangement 
a practical arrangement 
and you could learn to love me 
given time 

I’m not promising the moon 
I’m not promising a rainbow 
Just a practical solution 
To a solitary life 

I’d be a father to your boy 
shoulder you could lean on 
How bad could it be 
To be my wife? 

With one roof above our heads 
warm house to return to 
You wouldn’t have to cook for me 
You wouldn’t have to learn to 
I’m not suggesting that this proposition 
here could last forever 
I’ve no intention of deceiving you 
you're far too clever 
But we [bad word] to an arrangement 
practical arrangement 
And perhaps you’d learn to love me 
given time 

It may not be the romance 
that you had in mind 
But you could learn to love me 
Given time