I can't help that I like to be kissed
  And I wouldn't mind if my name changed to Mrs.
  This is one side, my conventional side
  An attraction to tradition
  My vintage disposition
  My sincere architecture
  And I want to cook him dinner
  But I'm more indecisive than ever
  And who believes in forever?
    Who will be the one to marry me?
    A girl in the world barking up the wrong tree
  A creature conditioned to employ matrimony
  Crumbling continuity, I pick up the pieces
  The ceremony makes me zealous
  As the past quickly ceases
  Fear from being neutered
  I'm now prude, now defensive
  Quickly I'm altered and tempted by new love only rented
    Do you believe you'll marry me?
  You might be the one to marry me
    Back, looking back, looking back at me
  I'm not how I used to be
  Take me back, take me back into history
  Diamond ring, tie me down just like it used to be
    Who will be the one to marry me?
  Who will be the one to marry me?