| They say I am an Urban Myth
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| They say black men don’t exist
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| Prove them wrong won’t you marry me, marry me!
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| And they say I’m nothing but a stat on a sheet
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| But here I am on my bended knees
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| Prove them wrong won’t you marry me, marry me!
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| So I’m asking every woman and girl
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| All over the world, if you wanna get married, you can marry me
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| I know you’ve been hurt, so let me be the one who puts you first
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| If you want to get married, you can marry me
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| Marry me
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| I will wrap my soul around this ring girl
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| If I could that’s what you mean to me
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| Give me your hand and your heart girl
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| I swear it’s safe for eternity
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| Baby I can feel your pain
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| Let me heal your pain
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| After, leave with me you’ll never feel the same
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| I’ll still the plane, fly over hills and plains;
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| Reach in the clouds; |
| even steal the rain
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| So a seed can grow, believe me you know
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| I’m a king, you’re a queen I’ll leave you no!
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| Got you covered in the best gold
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| I know you see the threshold
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| Come get carried, let’s get married
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| They say I am an Urban Myth
|
| They say black men don’t exist
|
| Prove them wrong won’t you marry me, marry me!
|
| And they say I’m nothing but a stat on a sheet
|
| But here I am on my bended knees
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| Prove them wrong won’t you marry me, marry me!
|
| So I’m asking every woman and girl
|
| All over the world, if you wanna get married, you can marry me
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| I know you’ve been hurt, so let me be the one who puts you first
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| If you want to get married, you can marry me
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| Marry me
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| I know you been stressing
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| I ain’t tripping on the next man, girl
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| You want a ring on your left hand
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| I’m groomed to be the groom and the best man girl!
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| Baby you can take my name and I can take the place
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| I can lift the veil I can kiss your face
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| We can jump the broom, take a leap of faith
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| After we tie the knot we can cut the cake
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| Tell your pops, say it’s okay to give me your hand and gone give you away, girl!
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| They say I am an Urban Myth
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| They say black men don’t exist
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| Prove them wrong won’t you marry me, marry me!
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| They say I am an Urban Myth
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| They say black men don’t exist
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| Prove them wrong, baby marry me, marry me! |