You are invited to the freshest guy and the freshest girl's wedding Oriental mode, palaces, Dubai-Marrakesh Bugatti's, Bentley's in the bridal party Accompanied by the underworld baby, may God protect us Fu*k my ex and her spells, let your hair down Angels are all around us, think about this privilege Take this €500 bill and dry your tears Your dress is beautiful, it's as white as my knife Your husband comes from the streets, his suit was cut by a blade They already call him Sir, Miss is turning into a lady You aren't a kid anymore, simple popular reveler, Overproud and running on nicotine Trust me, here's my PIN If you wake me up to pray behind me, I'll just say "ameen" Want a baby by me? Got to be worthy of it For the days our marriage looks a bit off-colour...
Chorus (Indila)
I'll marry your dreams Miss, marry my nightmares Impose a strike so I can escape from the hearse Before the bodies rise to the surface of the haze, Time for me to make a bomb that will reach the hole like the black ball Crows are flying over my past fearing neither God nor man, I buried my single life deep into a lady of the night Here's a red rose to beg for your forgiveness if I ever disappoint you Make me your only cloth, I'll suit you better than silk Don't ask me to make my choice between my mother and you Hey, my place in Heaven isn't under your feet I won't give up on my family, don't diss my friends Don't go putting your finger where my life is hurting My confidence's worth more than kisses My honour in your hands is worth more than all your jewels Cheer me up, I'll pay you back my love Be more precious than gold, I'll love you till death do us part
Chorus (Indila)
Married to the streets, married to my principles Married to my vices but not married to a bastard Whether I show tenderness or not, Let me be your only confidant between ups and downs As soon as we show weakness, vultures feed on it My wedding ring doesn't guarantee you harmony, but I'll come up to your expectations There won't be a shadow of doubt, so long as you brighten my existence Give up on your beauty, to give birth to my descendants Give me a dance under our full honeymoon Two stars in the sky, a sparkle in my black heart You need an open-minded, yet high-handed man That can get you "Laughing Out Loud", that reminds you of your father I undressed you of his name, and dressed you with mine Will you still love me if ordeals take our fortune away? Sunday evenings, visiting your family Allaying my mother-in-law's suspicions, here will be the innocent union of our bonds
Indila's verse
Chorus (Indila)
Bollywood style...
Housni in the wedding Indila is in the wedding Family in the wedding Thugs are in the wedding This goes out to all the married thugs... As well as all the divorced thugs haha!