I Want To Be Your Bride
I want to be your bride
No beating around the bush
I want to wear a white cape
And mouse ears
I want to blow raspberries at your loved ones
I want to dance
Alone
On a table to our song
I want to eat the best bits of the cake
And lick the icing
When no ones looking
I want to make a speech
When I’m drunk
And call you by an ex-boyfriends name
I want to sit on your Mothers knee
Thinking it’s you
I want to arrive an hour early at the church
In the rain
And wait outside
I want jesters and clowns in bridesmaid dresses
To follow me around all day
I want a ring
I want five rings
One for each finger
And thumb
Just in case I lose one
I want an orchestra of mice
To make your relatives dance
I want to take you to bed
And sing you nursery rhymes as I undress
I want you my darling
Don’t you want me too?
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