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