Tied

I don't really know the kid who moved in when our parents got married.It was right before I signed on with Uncle Sam.But she needs my help now,Because her a-hole Daddy sold her to the mob.She's grown up to be the kind of woman that's so right Plump lips and a butt so big and fine.She's sweet as candy.But all alone in the world, And if we marry, she'll have me,To honor and protect her.Promise death to the killer who'd only do her wrong.I'll worship her with my body,And keep her safe in my arms as long as we both shall live.Yeah, we're tied.