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Even though I don't know I pray
I DM Saint Peter and ask
To rain, wet, fill and flood
Thunder, cause a lot and overflow
I'll have excuses for

Lock you up at home with me
Will you marry me?
With flood sweeping godfathers

Lock you up at home with me
Will you marry me?
Buoy, veil, duck's foot, and dress

If he knows of my plans
He's gonna throw me in Vesuvius's lava
To warm you up, heat you up and maybe burn you
Melt whole until deformed
I'll have excuses for

Lock you up at home with me
Will you marry me?
Let the world burn softly

Lock you up at home with me
Will you marry me?
Burn everything and sneak out

Lock you up at home with me
Will you marry me?
Buoy, veil, duck's foot, and dress

Lock you up, lock you up
At home with me

Marry, marry, marry me?
Marry, house, marry me?

Lock you up at home with me
Will you marry me?
To eat Macajão on Sunday