I am not the kind of girl,
Who should be rudely bargin' in on a white veil occasion,
But toi are not the kind of boy,
Who should be marryin' the wrong girl
I sneak in and see your friends,
And her snotty little family, all dressed in pastel,
And she is yelling at a bridesmaid,
Somewhere back inside a room,
Wearing a robe shaped like a pastry,
This is surely not what toi thought it would be,
I lose myself in a daydream,
Where I stand and say
"Don't say yes, run away now,
I'll meet toi when you're out,
Of the church at the back door,
Don't wait ou say a single vow,
You need to hear me out,"
And they said, "Speak...
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