Day dreams of you, my pretty woman in a ball gown.

A Wedding, They don’t mean to much, but you were so in love.

Simon pulled his way up in his mustang to your highschool, his teenage wife. 18, you were graduating soon. Home of the brave, land of the free..but your parents didn’t know.

Just a wedding, they don’t mean to much, What’s his, is yours, that’s law.

You could have his mustang, all he had in his name, but jesus christ don’t break his heart.

“How was school, my love.”

He commented as you jumped in his 5.0 and smiled.