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



Who will be the one to marry me?

Who will be the one to marry me?