Marry you
It´s a beautiful night
We´re looking for something dumb to do.
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
Who cares if we're trashed
Got a pocket full of cash
We can blow
Shots of patron
And it's on.
Ana Belén
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