In front of the judge with my teenage love. Making out like we are trying to prove its not tough. One of us loves the other too much, but one of us doesn’t care and the other one is calling that bluff. As long as we get our romance. After all I did slip what’s on your left hand. Getting married in a courthouse, writing vows in a rush. Getting married in a courthouse, because we couldn’t handle the lust. What’s mine is yours, according to the American courts. Driving these American mustangs because we like the brands with the names. Don’t take this too hard but maybe we took this too far, you can have the car just don’t break my heart. What’s mine is yours, according to the American divorce.