A sweet white veil and falling rice
Looks like one of us threw out the dice
How was I supposed to know not to gamble with my life?
Looks like I found myself a pretty wife,
Oh alas, oh alack, if I had only knew
I’m a live-action taming of the shrew.
We said our vows,
She said ‘I do’
And I did too,
So till death do us part
We’re two halves of the same beating heart.
Dear god, dear god, why hath thou forsaken me?
My shrew gives me red papers and infidelity
Oh god, oh god, she’s so beautiful though
So I guess we’ll have a go.
I’m on the couch now,
I said something about her fashion sense, wow.
But we professed our love before the pews
God doesn’t like reruns of what he views
So for better or worse,
In sickness and in health
I’m stuck with this curse
Who steals all my wealth
My love, my darling, my dearest
To my heart, perhaps not the nearest
But you’re certainly close to my will
So don’t die first, it’d be a pain to redraft;
Miss you? I might.
Marriages are a pain to recraft.
Yes, for better or worse,