This could be the worst news you ever heard,
I still love you see so no need to be disturbed,
A complex free for all my hearts in a big mess,
While you’re in someone else’s wedding dress...
Zero to love all in two weeks...
Yet a twisted weave we’ve spun indeed!
A furious finishing of this race is in dyer need...
Some kind of ending from this fancy new start
When you kissed me for a lifetime in a parking lot.
Puffy white clouds filled my big black storm sky
And your dancing hearts stuck right in both eyes...
Then baby, you poked them out, one by one...
But that’s ok...
I’ll take whatever I can get with you my love... :)
You should better know though if you must go,
You wont go alone...
Part of me is clinging stinging dying to hang on...
And in the end if we must be just only friends,
Needless to say that would be so ok...
But you better not take off that wedding dress.
If I catch you it’ll be an even bigger mess.
I’ll jump on you like white on rice
In Elvis’s chapel I’ll make you my wife...
And I’ll wear the fake sideburns to boot!