Love her brownshirt, her sunglasses
The air keeps on taking her cigarette's ashes
Got dice piercings but no earrings
She's a star, she's got the style things
Her beaming look, her curly hair
Feel her temper tantrum in the air
The scary part, she's angry now
I won't dare to tell you how
Believe me, it's not a joke
She's gonna hit me til i choke
- Ouch my bulls, it really hurts
- Yeah! you deserve this even worst
- But you're my sweetheart, you're my princess
- I told you no more drama, no more stress
Let's sing, hey dude, i'm not jude
And in her charm, i'm fucking glued
Together we are not gonna make it better
but i'm gonna catch her and get her
(Preacher) - Do you ?
(us) - We do
Happy ending
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