St. Vincent - Marry Me Lyrics
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Marry Me
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What Are The Lyrics For Marry Me By St. Vincent?
Marry me, John, marry me, John
I'll be so good to you You won't realize I'm gone Marry me, John, marry me, John I'll be so sweet to you You won't realize I'm gone You won't realize I'm gone Many people wanna make money, make love Make friends, make peace with death But most mainly wanna win the game They came to win, they want to come out ahead But you, you're a rock with a heart Like a socket I can plug into at will And will you guess when I come around next? I hope your open sign is blinking still So marry me, John, marry me, John I'll be so good to you You won't realize I'm gone Marry me, John, marry me, John I'll be so good to you You won't realize I'm gone You won't realize I've gone As for me, I would have to agree I'm as fickle as a paper doll Being kicked by the wind When I touch down again I'll be in someone else's arms Oh, John, come on We'll do what married people do Oh, John (I don't care) Come on (what you are) Let's do what Mary and Joseph did (I want to marry you) Without the kid (I want to marry you) So marry me, John, marry me, John I'll be so good to you You won't realize I've gone Marry me, John, marry me, John I'll be so good to you You won't realize I've gone You won't realize I've gone You won't realize I've gone You won't realize I've gone You won't realize I've gone You won't realize I've gone Many people wanna make money, make love (marry me, John) Make friends, make peace with death (marry me, John) Many people wanna make money, make love (marry me, John) Make friends, make peace with death (marry me, John) Many people wanna make money, make love (marry me, John) Make friends, make peace with death (marry me, John) |
Who Wrote Marry Me By St. Vincent?
Anne Erin Clark
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