Lets run away, the night is young
and we can compose songs, too.
Walk down the isle in our minds
be married a hundred thousand times.
And, then I'll sing the songs to you,
lyrics I composed when asleep
dreaming of how it feels
to be with you.
Oh, I know life is never as it seems,
but it seems not to matter when I'm
with you.
Like a silver ring, upon my hand
I'll wear it a thousand days,
I don't mind if we are poor,
as long as I get to wake up next to you.
Oh, and this is never as I imagined.
They forgot to teach me how to treat
a husband.
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