You're not the kind of girl, Who should rudely invade a white-veiled occasion, But he's not the kind of boy, That you should be marrying the wrong girl You sneaked in and I see his friends, and his family, and her arrogant family all dressed in pastels. And she's yelling at a bridesmaid, Somewhere inside a room, Wearing a sweet shape dress. That's certainly not what he thought it would be, you get lost in a daydream where you stood up and said "Don't say yes, run away now, I'll meet you when you're, Outside the church, at the back door, Don't expect or say no vote, You need to listen to me" Affectionate gestures are exchanged, And the, organ starts playing a song, That sounds like a funeral march, And you're in the curtains, It looks, like you weren't invited, By his lovely bride-to-be. She floats down the aisle, Like a beauty pageant Queen.

But you know he'd like it to be you He'd like it to be you Wouldn't you like it?

Did you hear the priest say, Speak now or shut up forever, There's a silence, it's your last chance, You stood up with trembling hands, All eyes on you, Horrified looks from everyone in the room... But you're just looking at it

"I'm not the kind of girl That should rudely invade a white-veiled occasion But you're not the kind of boy That you should be marrying the wrong girl...! " You said