and I'd hit it to the fence
There I stood with two men out,
Well he hung me a curb and I hit it so far
I swear it would have gone
It sailed right over the con
Through the windshield of Mr.
Trying to pay for that busted glass
The grand total, including tax,
the candidate, the famous shot
That landed in the parking lot
Well, I called her and told her to
She asked and I said, honey,
but she didn't have a clue
Bet I'd rented the restaurant
Requested Sinatra and candlelight
I covered her eyes till we got
It was a princess cup with
In a vel vet box in my right hand
Spent a lot more than I planned
Looking up at my future wife
And knowing that I did it right
Now she's tellin' everyone she sees
She wants two or maybe three
And I know what that means
There's diapers, daycare,
Bunk beds, braces, and boy scout dues
you spend 8 million dollars and 45 cents
But holding their hands and
Teaching them every little
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