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 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?