i think he knows he’d better lock it down or i won’t stick around. girls, i don't need to catch the bouquet to know a hard rock is on the way. are you gonna marry, kiss, or kill me? it's just a game, but really, i'm bettin' on all three for us two. you looked at me, got down on one knee. your mom’s ring in your pocket. he knelt to the ground and pulled out a ring and said, “marry me, juliet”. we could get married, have ten kids, and teach them how to dream. i talked to your dad, go pick out a white dress. all they keep asking me is if i'm gonna be your bride. i take this magnetic force of a man to be my lover. seems to be that you and me, we make our own luck. i like shiny things but I’d marry you with paper rings. you could be my forever-night stand, honey. talking ‘bout your daddy’s farm and you were gonna marry me. friends break up, friends get married. church bells ring, carry me home, rice on the ground looks like snow. ladies and gentlemen, will you please stand? you said, “i do,” and i did, too. and then you say, “i want you for worse or for better”. i vowed i will always be yours. i just want you. take me back to the time when we walked down the aisle. i'm never gonna break that vow, i'm never gonna leave you now. the wedding was charming, if a little gauche. black and white, saw a ‘30s bride and two lovers laughing on the porch of their first house. and you understand now why they lost their minds and fought the wars, and why I've spent my whole life trying to put it into words.
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