I really want to marry her...
But they say the more the merrier....
So I grab as much junk as I can maybe that will make me happier...
But All I really want is to marry her...
But I spent all my money on some junk...
that was finely pack inside a trunk...
Thinking that my little bit of bucks, finaly brought me luck...
but in my heart I want to marry her...
Society tells me bury her...
In pyrimads made for celopatra...
and ****** every woman that was created with her stature...
I'd be labled King...
With big bells that ding aling...
but all I get is singers that never sing, numbers that never ring...
But I do know a left hand thats looking for a ring..
And I just want to marry her...
Never seemed so scarrier...
I'd be giving up all this junk thats located in my area...
This pawned shopped ***** that i could get for cheap...
Goregous on the out side but the relationship is weak...
But see I found a strong bond, its bout time to cash in...
its like putting a penny up front and getting back a million...
See to me Love is wealth...
and being rich is in good health...
but if all i have is money...
then all this junk is pretty...
and I'll never find a diamond in the rough....
playing with all this stuff...
Cuz I really want to marry her..
.wake up everyday with her...
all I'll ever want is her...
Shes everything I need and more, and so with more then junk Im merrier...
I Marry Her...