Married young, what's done is done

Our hearts and hopes are soft and glistening

We started playing house too soon it seems

Our Swedish furnishings are splintering

But who am I to preach this game we play?

Roll in the hay with dreadful infidels

Now sleuth's deduction need attain the way

Our love so bold, incendiary and new

What are we to do?

So t-t-trust me, trust me, dear

Your mom and papa hold me dear

We make mistakes, we make mix tapes

Our love is a young, wholesome and healthy enterprise

Is there a sliding scale in hell?

Does the devil grade on a curve?

I wonder who'll be the first to burn in this beautiful decay

But your path will still remain economy, econo you

Married young, what's done is done

Married young, what's done is done

We're too young and we believe

We'll be our first, our only

We're too young, we peak too soon

Oh, what are we to do?

What are we to do?

What are we to do?