I wanna get married

Yes, I need a spouse

I want a nice Leave it to Beaverish

Golden retriever and a little white house

I wanna get married

I need to cook meals

I wanna pack you cute little lunches 

For my Brady bunches

Then read Danielle Steele

I wanna escape

This rat race I've created

I'm feelin' enervated

I don't care if I make it

I just want to bake a sugar cake for you 

To take to work in the morn

And I'll stay home cleaning the dishes

And keeping your wishes all warm

I wanna get married

That's why I was born



I wanna partake in bake sales for the classroom

I wanna hear the sweet tune

Of Sally's little vroom-vroom 

As she zooms around my broom

As I exhume the gloom

Of my shallow life

I wanna be simple and honest and dimpled 

'cause I am your wife

I will never tarry

I'm not even torn

I wanna get married

That's why I was born