Emilie Autumn - Marry MeMarry 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 hadnt any choice, hushed my voice, did what any girl would do and
When Im beheaded at least I was wedded
And when I am buried at least I was married
Ill hide my behavior with wine as my savior
But, oh, what beautiful things Ill wear
What beautiful dresses and hair
Im lucky to share his bed
Especially since Ill soon be dead
Marry me, he said, god, hes ugly, but fortune is ours
Running in the gardens enjoying men, women, and flowers
Then I break a glass and I slit my own innermost thigh
So that I can pretend that Im menstru...well, unavailable
My life is arranged but this unions deranged
So Ill fuck who I choose for Ive nothing to lose
And when masters displeased Ill be down on my knees again
Oh, what beautiful things Ill wear
What beautiful dresses and hair
Im lucky to share his bed
Especially since Ill soon be dead
When dining on peacock I know I wont swallow
Through balls, births, and bridge games I know what will follow
Were 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 drabs me in anticipation
Of sons who will run things when Im under covers
But whose children are they? Why, mine and my lovers!
But, oh, what beautiful things Ill wear
What beautiful dresses and hair
Im lucky to share his bed
Especially since Ill soon be dead
What beautiful things Ill wear
What beautiful dresses and hair
Im lucky to share his bed
So why do I wish I was...
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