Bruno Mars —
Marry You

Letra fiel al original

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© Compilador: Antón Gavzov // el jefe del proyecto (https://Muzland.es)
± PPS (tempo): ♩ = 145 pulsaciones por minuto

Lyrics and Music by Peter Hernandez, Ari Levine and Philip Lawrence

Chorus:
     It’s a beautiful night.
     We’re looking for something dumb to do.
     Hey, baby,
     I think I wanna marry you.

     Is it the look in your eyes,
     Or is it this dancing juice?
     Who cares, baby;
     I think I wanna marry you.

Well, I know this little chapel
On the boulevard, we can go.
No one will know.
Oh, come on, girl.
Who cares if we’re trashed,
Got a pocket full of cash we can blow.
Shots of Patron
And it’s on, girl.

   Don’t say, "No, no, no, no, no."
   Just say, "Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah,"
   And we’ll go, go, go, go, go,
   If you’re ready like I’m ready.

Chorus:
     ’Cause it’s a beautiful night.
     We’re looking for something dumb to do.
     Hey, baby,
     I think I wanna marry you.

     Is it the look in your eyes,
     Or is it this dancing juice?
     Who cares, baby;
     I think I wanna marry you.

I’ll go get a ring;
Let the choir bells sing, like, "Ooh."
So, what you wanna do?
Let’s just run, girl.
If we wake up and
You wanna break up, that’s cool.
No, I won’t blame you;
It was fun, girl.

   Don’t say, "No, no, no, no, no."
   Just say, "Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah,"
   And we’ll go, go, go, go, go,
   If you’re ready like I’m ready.

Chorus:
     ’Cause it’s a beautiful night.
     We’re looking for something dumb to do.
     Hey, baby,
     I think I wanna marry you.

     Is it the look in your eyes,
     Or is it this dancing juice?
     Who cares, baby;
     I think I wanna marry you.

     Just say, "I do."
     Tell me right now, baby.
     Tell me right now, baby.

     Baby, just say, "I do."
     Tell me right now, baby.
     Tell me right now, baby, baby.

     Oh, it’s a beautiful night.
     We’re looking for something dumb to do.
     Hey, baby,
     I think I wanna marry you.

     Is it the look in your eyes,
     Or is it this dancing juice?
     Who cares, baby;
     I think I wanna marry you.