Marry the Girl

You’re gonna marry, you’re gonna marry, you’re gonna marry the girl She may never love you, she may hate you too, but you’re gonna marry, you’re gonna marry, you’re gonna marry the girl Standing on the ledge tonight, the king’s running out of time, you’re gonna marry, you’re gonna marry, you’re gonna marry the girl Danny’s Deli’s got what you need, a perfect window to find your dream, you’re gonna marry, you’re gonna marry, you’re gonna marry the girl Leather boots, bags, and barely a skirt, Mary’s click clackin’ like a strippin’ flirt, you’re gonna marry, you’re gonna marry, you’re gonna marry the girl The street is paved with Mary’s red rain, nothing left to bleed on again and you’re gonna marry, you’re gonna marry, you’re gonna marry the girl Mary lost the big fight, she lost her house, and she lost her life, so go and marry, yea, go and marry, go and marry the girl