Beauty bleeds from every pore
Proposing to Matilda V
But she’s too busy daydreaming
Seems to me you’ve gotten rotten
Whilst I’m here and before I’ve forgotten
Say who is carrying who exactly
And who makes me sick when they’re happy
It’s you
I swear I’ve seen that dress before
An Irish wedding and a great British divorce
Spider mites might bear our witness
Honeymoons and tiny stars
The softest ballet of hurricanes
That blow us further than far away
Proposing to Matilda V
Neatly winding PVC
When you gonna marry me?
Because you’re rude, because you take without asking
You’re wrong, you aint sweet, strong, or nothing
You’re mine