Your smile was so sweet
While OD-ing in my car in the back seat
Ceremony will be over in a short while
Let us change the music
That's been on my radio
For too long a time
Sold my soul
To a foul lawyer
Claimed to be a soul buyer
Worry not, worry not
You ain't gonna get shot
You are destined to be burnt in the spark of love
She tried to guess who I was
But in the mean time I bust out in hysterical laughter
Old man approached told us to go
But we got married instead
Worry not, worry not
You ain't gonna get shot
You are destined to be burnt in the spark of love.