I wanna get married

yes, I need a spouse

I want a nice Leave it to Beaverish

golden retriever and a little white house

I wanna get married

I need to cook meals

I wanna pack you cute little lunches

for my Brady bunches

then read Danielle Steele

I wanna escape

this rat race Ive created

Im feelin enervated

I dont care if I make it

I just want to bake a sugar cake for you

to take to work in the morn

and Ill stay home cleaning the dishes

and keeping your wishes all warm

I wanna get married

thats why I was born



I wanna partake in bake sales for the classroom

I wanna hear the sweet tune

of Sallys little vroom-vroom

as she zooms around my broom

as I exhume the gloom

of my shallow life

I wanna be simple and honest and dimpled

cause I am your wife

I will never tarry

Im not even torn

I wanna get married

thats why I was born