On the day you and your girlfriends picked out bridesmaid gowns
His phone was on vibrate on my side of town
On the afternoon that he proposed on bended knee
He woke up that morning face deep in my sea
Now you’ll be his sock washer and hug him when he walks out the door
But he still wants to lose them on my bedroom floor
The treacherous road you travel elicits no sympathy
Why would you marry a man addicted to my company?
He is giving you his name but at a quarter to three
When you are at home all alone, please, don’t disturb me…
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