I cant help that I liked to be kissed
And I wouldnt 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 Im 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
Im now prude, now defensive
Quickly Im 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
Im 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?
