[Intro: Signor Benedick the Moor]
No, I
I j-
No, I just think
Yeah, no
But I -
Would you shut the f** up I just have something to tell you, alright?
God damnit
f**ing sh**
Uh, just Listen
[Verse: Signor Benedick the Moor]
Went down to the bar and started spinning a yarn
I saw you standing wide with your city-girl charm
I asked you for your name and then you did the same
I replied Johnny C., you implied Mary Jane
We took off in my daddy's truck and took the back lane
I don't know why you did it, but you eased most of my pain
I looked inside your soul and hoped for you I'd done the same
I took your hand in mine you said I look like John Wayne
And then I knew, someday I'd marry you
When a church in a backyard free of pain and heavily scarred
Whether it's easy or it's hard
Whether you cook with bu*ter or lard
Whether you like Kirk or Picard
Or even if you hate Pulp Fiction
And everything I said I swear I say with the utmost conviction
There's nothing you could do that wouldn't fit inside my description
Of the angel I know you are, my evangelical prescription
[Hook: Signor Benedick the Moor]
I know it's lame
But the song's about you
But if it's all the same
I swear it's f**ing true
There ain't a f**ing thang
I wouldn't do if it's for you
But I could never say this
So for now, for now I guessed I'm doomed
[Outro]
What are you talking about? None of this sh** ever happened
It's a f**ing metaphor, god