White dress and a sticky mess all over your conscience

Happy is your day today, but forever is your penance.

Sweetness seeps from lipstick smiles, then "pursed-lipped-ish" flutter

We are curving straight-backed aisles; we are the pattern of "other"



Yes it seems we're out of place, my lover and I

especially when the people turned to me and asked

(with furrowed brow)

"Exactly how is it that you know the bride?"

I just sipped my drink, thought of you and lied...



Five short years ago seems I threatened your existence

You questioned all you'd come to know; secrecy sealed your resistance.

Now I've come to your wedding in open-ended clothing

(My unshaven pits and) I forgive your fear and your self-loathing.



I just sipped my drink, thought of you and lied

I considered the consequences on your special and the circumstances

what was I supposed to say?

Because y'see, I boinked the bride...



I look at you and you seemed so happy in your different life

And I smiled at your smile as he introduced you as his wife

I came here with the purest of intentions and support

And you should know you've inspired my own commitment, of sorts:

I envision a world where truth is never inappropriate

So, I solemnly swear, 'til death do I part that... the next time:



I will lift my head, clear my throat and say with pride

I boinked the bride...



And I'll consider the consequences on this day or any day

of keeping the truth in, it will eat you away because all I wanted to say was: I boinked the bride...



Now it's done; it's all confirmed: you're all that you can handle.

I hope he gives good love and sperm and life without any real scandal.

Why didn't you ask me to sing at your wedding? I