The Marriage

I understand you needing

And wanting is no crime

But I can't help feeling

That you and your mother are just wasting your time

Choosing Saturdays in Summer

I dare you to wear white

Love is just a moment of giving

And marriage is when we admit our parents were right

I just don't understand it

What makes our love a sin

How can it make that difference

If you and I are wearing that bloody, bloody ring

If I share my bed with you

Must I also share my life

Love is just a moment of giving

And marriage is when we admit our parents were right

You just don't understand it

This tender trap we're in

Those glossy catalogs of couples

Are cashing in on happiness again and again

So drag me to the altar

And I'll make my sacrifice

Love is just a moment of giving

And marriage is when we admit our parents were right

And marriage is when we admit our parents were probably right