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