Texty: Dickies. Marry Me Ann.

Anne, I'm just a wild twitchin' junkie in a punk rock band
I'm tellin you, Ann
I'll be your friend till the end of the family plan
I promise you Ann
I wanna be there, when the father puts a ring on your hand
Ann and you're the only living woman that I understand

Ann, I wanna wanna marry
Ann, I think I'm gonna marry
Ann, so will you marry me, Ann

Ann, I realise other guys took advantage of you
I'm sorry for them
A lot of times seems like we are living it too
I'm warning you, Ann
We're gonna be together 'til we're both a hundred and two
Ann, oh, by the way, did I tell you I love you?

Ann, I wanna wanna marry
Ann, I think I'm gonna marry
Ann, so will you marry me, Ann?

I'll see you February
Next to the cemetary
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Let's do it today

Ann, I wanna, wanna marry
Ann, I think I'm gonna marry
Ann, so will you marry me, Ann?

Ann, I wanna, wanna marry
Ann, I think I'm gonna marry
Ann, so will you marry me, Ann?

Ann, I wanna, wanna marry
Ann, I think I'm gonna marry
Ann, so will you marry me, Ann?

Ann, Ann, Ann
So will you marry me, Ann?
Ann, Ann