It’s called ‘Dear Future Husband’ and unfortunately, your next few months are fucked.
Your girlfriend is gonna sing this to you. A lot. At first mockingly, but then soon with sincerity. Then pleadingly. ‘Dear Future Husband,’ looking at you, batting her eyes. And soon you are going to have to not “forget the flowers every anniversary” and “after every fight, have to just apologize.”
God, I’m so glad I’m single at this precise moment.
The Doo Wop beat is nice though.