This is for you…
I open my eyes, you're crazy
You are hiding something in your hands
The tension is strong
And you read the surprise in my eyes
And I fall into the chair, with a ring on my finger
This means I'm a bride
So I fall into the chair, how the hell am I a bride?
Am I a bride?
So this is about me
I don’t know anything about your fancy wines
I cannot stitch my own dress
And I have no idea what the rules are
And again I fall into the chair, a ring on my finger
This means I'm a bride, yes, I am!
And so I fall into the chair, how the hell am I a bride?
So I’m a bride?
And again I fall into the chair, a ring on my finger
This means I'm a bride, yes, I am!
And so I fall into the chair, how the hell am I a bride?
So I’m a bride?
And again...
And again I fall into the chair, a ring on my finger
This means I'm a bride, yes, I am!
And so I fall into the chair, how the hell am I a bride?
So I’m a bride?
And I fall into the chair, and the chair breaks,
Ring on my finger, I guess this means I’m a bride!
And I fall into the chair, and the chair breaks,
A ring on my finger, this means…