Marry Me

Someone to bring me out Someone to let me in Someone, someone... And all the eager-beaver men come macho way their blues They place themselves in place of me and face to face with you And each pretend, you're loving him but that's not very true 'Cause you're not acting, nor am I though I could use some proof Marry me, marry me, what's the story Though a thousend hungry people try to crash our story But no one in this darkened world Need ever know but I know Marry me A happily-ever-after does that seem to much to ask? With trees and tots and stucco walls and fountains in the back And lawns that you or I can mow and neighbours who will chat About important issues and the state of this 'n that Marry me, marry me... Someone to bring me out Someone to let me in Someone to bring me joy Somebody near me Somebody near me Somebody nearly me The purple mountains majesty above the fruited plain Is peeling off the wall of Lucky Miramar Motel Marry me, marry me... Someone to bring me out... Marry me...