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Emilie Autumn: Marry Me
"Marry me," he said, through his rotten teeth, bad breath and then
"Marry me instead of that strapping young goatherd," but when
I was in his bed and my father had sold me I knew
I hadn't any choice, hushed my voice, did what any other girl would do
And when I'm beheaded, at least I was wedded
And when I am buried, at least I was married
I'll hide my behavior with wine as my savior
But oh, what beautiful things I'll wear
What beautiful dresses and hair
I'm lucky to share his bed
Espeacially since I'll soon be dead
"Marry me," he said, God he's ugly, the fortune is ours
Roaming in the gardens enjoying men, women, and flowers
Then I break a glass and I slit my own innermost thighs
Then I can pretend that I'm menstrua-..well, unavailable
My life is arranged, but this union's deranged
So I'll ******** who I choose for I've nothing to lose
And when master's displeased, I'll be down on my knees again
Oh, what beautiful things I'll wear
What beautiful dresses and hair
I'm lucky to share his bed
Espeacially since I'll soon be dead
When dining on peacock I know I won't swallow
Through balls, birth, and bridge games I know what will follow
We're coupled together through hell, hurt, and hunger
Or at least until husband finds someone younger
Yes, fertilization is part of my station
I laugh as he grabs me in anticipation
Of sons who will run things when I'm under covers
But whose children are they? Why mine and my lover's!
But oh, what beautiful things I'll wear
What beautiful dresses and hair
I'm lucky to share his bed
Espeacially since I'll soon be dead
What beautiful things I'll wear
What beautiful dresses and hair
I'm lucky to share his bed
Oh, why do I wish I was...
 Doki_the_Bunny · Sat May 09, 2009 @ 12:17am · 0 Comments |
