I can't help that I like to be kissed And I wouldn't mind if my name changed to mrs. This is one side, my conventional side My attraction to tradition My vintage disposition 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 makes 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?