Married

Hold on tight, there's a tide in your iris Let me know, I won't go, we can fight this Bye, mama, by Allah A tired Nirvana I'm married Where'd you go? What's the score? Don't be distant If you came, I would cave in an instant Bye, mama, by Allah A tired Nirvana I'm married I'm married Bye, mama, by Allah A tired Nirvana A plastic Bahama I'm married I'm married