Marry Me Lyrics - Opheliac - Emilie Autumn

Marry 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 hadn't any choice, hushed my voice 

Did what any girl would do 

And when I'm beheaded at least I was wedded 

And when I am buried at least I was married 

I'll hide my behavior with wine as my savior 

But oh, what beautiful things I'll wear 

What beautiful dresses and hair 

I'm lucky to share his bed 

Especially since I'll soon be dead 

Marry me he said, God he's 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 I'm menstru, well unavailable 

My life is arranged but this union's deranged 

So I'll fuck who I choose for I've nothing to lose 

And when master's displeased I'll be down on my knees again 

Oh, what beautiful things I'll wear 

What beautiful dresses and hair 

I'm lucky to share his bed 

Especially since I'll soon be dead 

When dining on peacock I know I won't swallow 

Through balls, births and bridge games I know what will follow 

We're 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 I'm under covers 

But whose children are they? Why mine and my lover's 

But oh, what beautiful things I'll wear 

What beautiful dresses and hair 

I'm lucky to share his bed 

Especially since I'll soon be dead 

What beautiful things I'll wear 

What beautiful dresses and hair 

I'm lucky to share his bed 

So why do I wish I was