Borrowed Bride Lyrics - Drag It Up - Old 97's

The hat on your head the ghosts before breakfast 

The lump in your throat the name on her necklace 

She's certain she'll never be caught 

You can buy her things now but she'll never be bought 

The cat on her mind the ring in her tan-line 

The lowering lids the perfume is white wine 

She's certain her karma is good 

Glass houses won't burn but you know this would 

So take her inside she's your borrowed bride 

And you'll never guess how much she has not cried 

Life comes apart at the seams it seems 

Life comes apart at the seams 

It rings only once when you sit down to dinner 

You knew all was lost when she named you the winner 

You are certain of nothing at all 

Except that it's late but it's not the last call