In my dreams you're the dutch and I'm the dutchess
And your blunts are always loose so I'm in charge of rollin' dutches
And we getting so high, we always get the munchies
And we go for early brunches that turn into late lunches
And we ain't gotta label, we're just rollin' with the punches
I make fun of your belly and tell you to do some crunches
And you say, "Yeah, well, your ass jiggles, go and do some lunges."
I say, "Fuck you," while I'm thinking of you as my husband
I think I'm in love