Joy
Taylor Skye, Georgia Ellery
I want our babies in the city, maybe
Why don't we lay down under a yew?
Look up and tell me what you think of me
With those wishing time of you
Pair of drops and sleighs, why
Once it happened in a warm hidings-place
Number two why don't you pass?
You don't dance enough
You were easy for me, too
Why don't we lay down under a yew?
Oh, flowers in my dreams I'm here for hours
Tending flute lord, quit the silence
I wanna get married i wanna get married
Are you coming?
Talk to me, say something
Are you coming?
I wanna get married
Are you coming?
Talk to me
Are you coming?
Ha? Miss Dior? I don't care anymore
Kiss me, fuck me, make a martini
Playing hard to get
When can you and I get to know each other?
Let's be lovers
Gimme a kiss?
I wanna get married!
