it's a beautiful night,
we're looking for something dumb to do,
hey baby, i think i wanna marry you.
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 boy.
who cares if we ar trashed got a
pocket full of cash we can blow,
shots of patron,
and it's on boy.
don't say: no, no, no, no-no,
just say: yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah-yeah,
and we'll go, go, go, go-go,
if you're ready,
like i'm ready.
cause it's a beautiful night,
we're looking for something dumb to do,
hey baby, i think i wanna marry you