Marry Me         
             

I can't help that I liked to be kissed 
And I wouldn't mind if my name changed to Mrs. 
This is one side, my conventional side 
An attraction to tradition 
My vintage dispostion 
My sincere architecture 
And I want to cook him dinner 
But I'm more indecisive than ever 
And who believes in forever? 

Who will be the one to marry me? 

A girl in the world barking up the wrong tree 
A creature conditioned to employ matrimony 
Crumbling continuity, I pick up the pieces 
The ceremony make me zealous 
As the past quickly ceases 
Fear from being neutered 
I'm now prude, now defensive 
Quickly I'm altered and tempted by new love only rented 

Do you believe you'll marry me 
You might be the one to marry me 

Back, looking back, looking back at me 
I'm not how I used to be 
Take me back, take me back into history 
Diamond ring, tie me down, just like it used to be 

Who will be the one to marry me? 
Who will be the one to marry me? 
 
 

             
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