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.

Is it the look in your eyes,
Or is it this dancing juice?
Who cares baby,
I think I wanna marry you.

I’ll go get a ring let the choir bells sing like oooh,
So what you wanna do?
Let’s just run girl.

If we wake up and you wanna break up that’s cool.
No, I won’t blame you;
It was fun, girl.

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Yeah… I want to commit my life to someone who thinks marriage is a dumb, fun thing to do when you’re smashed – because you can just annul it in the morning.
Awesome.