Stolen By the Don

He crashed my wedding and kidnapped me.

Now he’s putting a ring on my finger…

And his baby in my belly.

Roman Volkov crashed my wedding,

Threw me over his shoulder,

And dragged me out the chapel.

Now I’m a prisoner in his gilded cage…

And a puppet under his masterful hands.

I should run away from Roman.

But when he whispers filthy promises in my ears,

He makes one thing very clear:

I’m his… forever.

He crashed my wedding and kidnapped me.

Now he’s putting a ring on my finger…

And his baby in my belly.

Roman Volkov crashed my wedding,

Threw me over his shoulder,

And dragged me out the chapel.

Now I’m a prisoner in his gilded cage…

And a puppet under his masterful hands.

I should run away from Roman.

But when he whispers filthy promises in my ears,

He makes one thing very clear:

I’m his… forever.