I’m gonna marry a rockstar… A’m gona merry a rakstar
Gonna move downtown… Gona muv dauntaun
Loft a bed above his practice space, guitars hangin’ all around… Loft a bed abof ‘is practis espeis, guitars janguin’ ol arraund
He’ll wake up while I’m whisperin’ “Babe, It’s almost noon.”… Jel wueikap wua’ a’m wuizperin’ “Beib, its olmost nuun”
But we could kiss all day, in this tiny room… Ba’ wui cud kiss ol dey, in dis tainy ruum
We like walkin’, wearin’ black matching Converse shoes… Wui laik wuokin’, wuerin’ blak matchin’ Convers shuus
Instead of diamond rings we get new tattoos… Insteed of daymonds rings wui gue’ niu tatuus
Instead of walkin’ down the isle it’s a back yard gig… Insteed of wuokin’ daun de ail its a bak yiar’ gig
Just an ice cream cake and the people we dig… Yast an ais criim keik an’ de pipol wui dig
oh yeah, yeah yeah yeah, yeah yeah yeah… Oh yia, yia yia yia, yia yia yia
yeah yeah yeah, yeah yeah yeah… Yia, yia yia yia, yia yia yia

I’m gonna marry a rockstar… A’m gona merry a rokstar
Go to every last show… Go ro evry las’ shou
Nod my head to the bass drum… Nod may jeed tu de beis draam
From the very front row… From de verry fron’ rou
I help my baby move his gear… A’ jelp ma’ beiby muv jis guier
To the stage from the van… Tu de esteich from de van
I take pictures on his phone for his Instagram… A’ teik picshers on ‘is foon for ‘is Instagram
He’s gonna make it big… Jis gona meiket big
He’s gonna sell so many tracks… Jis gona sel so meny tshraks
And through the ups and downs… En’ tdru’ de aps n’ dauns
I’ll be the lover that lasts… Ayll bi de lover da’ lass
oh yeah, yeah yeah yeah, yeah yeah yeah
yeah yeah yeah, yeah yeah yeah

I don’t mind picking up the bill, it won’t be long until
a studio in the hills receives a mixing board
Sometimes he lets me record the little poems I write
and we go out at night to The Satellite
He plays his guitar for so many bands
He’s got those talented, rough, rock ‘n’ roll type hands
and I feel ‘em on my back, on my neck, on my face
every chord progression make my heart just race
When he sees me in the crowd, points and blows me a kiss
Don’t really know how life can get much better than this
oh yeah, yeah yeah yeah, yeah yeah yeah
yeah yeah yeah, yeah yeah yeah
I’m gonna marry this rockstar
when he’s touring ‘round the world, I send him unreleased Walking Dead episodes
so in the plane he’s not bored
he sends a picture of the buildings in each new city
He texts me every afternoon just to say “your pretty”
and before I go to bed “miss you, Baby. Goodnight. *kissy heart emoji*
Do you need sexy FaceTime?”
Never worry about a local groupie trying to take my man
My lover only like ladies twitter verified, like me
yeah yeah yeah, yeah yeah yeah
yeah yeah yeah, yeah yeah yeah
Gonna marry this rockstar
we got a love you can’t doubt
wrinkle right up next to each other
We’ll get old but stay loud
oh yeah, yeah yeah yeah, yeah yeah yeah
yeah yeah yeah, yeah yeah yeah

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