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,
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.
You mad & jealous I have a hard-working, beautiful, hot, nice, amazing, friendly, cute and rich man while you have a boyfriend who takes pictures of him in his Spiderman underwear.