The Marriage - Billy Bragg


    I understand you needing
    And wanting is no crime
    But I can't help feeling
    That you and your mother are just wasting your time
    Choosing Saturdays in Summer
    I dare you to wear white
    Love is just a moment of giving
    And marriage is when we admit our parents were right

    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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