I just
don't understand it
What
makes our love a sin
How
can it make a 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
That
tender trap we're in
Those
glossy catalogues 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
Marriage
is when we admit our parents were right
Marriage
is when we admit our parents were probably right
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