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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. Marry You lyrics by Bruno Mars |
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