"It's a beautiful night, we're looking for something dumb to do. Hey baby, I think I wanna marry you.
Is it the look in your eyes, or is it this dancing juice? Who cares baby, I think I wanna marry you.
Well I know this little chapel on the boulevard we can go, no one will know, oh come on girl. Who cares if we're trashed, got a pocket full of cash we can blow, shots of patron, and it's on girl."
xo,
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