She keeps it simple and I am thankful for her kind of lovin’, cause it’s simple.

No longer do we wonder if we’re together, we’re way past that. And I’ve already asked her.

So in January we’re gettin’ married.

She’s talkin’ to me with her voice down so low I barely hear her.

But I know what she’s saying’. I understand because my heart and hers are the same.

And in January we’re gettin’ married.

And I was sick with heartache, and she was sick like Audrey Hepburn when I met her.

But we would both surrender. True love is not the kind of thing you should turn down.

Don’t ever turn it down.

I hope that I don’t sound too insane when I say there is darkness all around us.

I don’t feel weak but I do need sometimes for her to protect me and reconnect me to the beauty that I’m missin’.

And in January we’re gettin’ married.

No longer does it matter what circumstances we were born in.

She knows which birds are singing’ and the names of the trees where they’re performin’ in the mornin’.

And in January we’re gettin’ married.

Come January let’s get married.

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