In Ethiopia, I heard there is an old tradition.
Marriage.
Abduction.
Beatings.
You like?

We'll do it, babe.

Las Vegas is for losers in jeans.
We'll do it the old fashioned way.

"Will you marry me?"
"Yeha."
"You sure?"
"Yeha."
"I dont have money."
"Whatev."
"Dont have a car. Job."
"Are ya gonna marry me or what?"

Ethiopia turned out fine.
Dancing with the lions.
Flame.
Have bruises in the new chapter of my life.
Read my novel.

"You cant leave me."
"Sure."
"You're legally mine."