[Verse 1]
Well she sang of oceans standing in the way
And how she’d marry you tomorrow if she had her way
Talked about babies with your eyes and hair
Joe, that’s a mighty lotta future in the midnight air.
She says your soul is gold, your face divine
But brother I get nervous when devotion draws a line
When a love song starts sounding like legal news
That’s when a man had better shine his shoes.
[Chorus]
Joe don’t sign the papers, son
Slow that train before it runs
When wedding bells ring before the second kiss
There may be a little too much destiny in this
Joe don’t sign the papers yet!
[Verse 2]
She says borders fall when true love calls
But somebody’s measuring nursery walls
She’s naming children while you’re still online
Joe, that’s moving mighty fast for a moonlit line.
And if she whispers “darling we were meant to be”
Check for a courthouse hid behind the poetry
Love is sweet but panic’s cheaper
And freedom sleeps a lighter sleeper.
[Chorus]
Joe don’t sign the papers, son
A preacher may be loading up his gun
When she says “forever” on the first round through
Read the fine print ‘fore they read it to you
Joe don’t sign the papers yet!
[Verse 3]
Catch a bus, lay low, think it through
Maybe she’s true love… maybe Interpol too
I ain’t sayin’ run—well maybe I am—
But don’t say “I do” in a traffic jam.
[Chorus]
Joe don’t sign the papers, son
When the clock starts tickin’, start to run
If she says “darlin’, time won’t wait…”
That may be love… or accelerated fate
When the preacher’s booked before the third date
Joe don’t sign the papers yet!
[Verse 4]
She says time’s a drum and it won’t slow down
Joe hears wedding bells in every town
She’s talkin’ babies, silver rings, June
While Joe still thinks they’re on the second tune.
Beware a woman with a wedding plan
And a timeline tighter than a railroad span
When Cupid’s wearin’ reading glasses, son
You better ask who’s chasing whom.
[Bridge — spoken]
Now listen Joe…
If she starts discussing twins…
while asking about passport stamps…
that may be your cue, son.
[Final Chorus]
Joe don’t sign the papers, son
Love’s a race but don’t outrun
Take your heart but keep your pen
And if she writes ten songs… don’t answer ten
Joe don’t sign… those papers yet!
[Tag]
Whoa Joe… read before you write.
ElCeviche
