I wanna get married
yes, I need a spouse
I want a nice Leave it to Beaverish
golden retriever and a little white house
I wanna get married
I need to cook meals
I wanna pack you cute little lunches
for my Brady bunches
then read Danielle Steele
I wanna escape
this rat race Ive created
Im feelin enervated
I dont care if I make it
I just want to bake a sugar cake for you
to take to work in the morn
and Ill stay home cleaning the dishes
and keeping your wishes all warm
I wanna get married
thats why I was born
I wanna partake in bake sales for the classroom
I wanna hear the sweet tune
of Sallys little vroom-vroom
as she zooms around my broom
as I exhume the gloom
of my shallow life
I wanna be simple and honest and dimpled
cause I am your wife
I will never tarry
Im not even torn
I wanna get married
thats why I was born