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