I can't help that I like to be kissed   And I wouldn't mind if my name changed to mrs.   This is one side, my conventional side   My attraction to tradition   My vintage disposition   My sincere architecture   And I want to cook him dinner   But I'm more indecisive than ever   And who believes in forever      Who will be the one to marry me?       A girl in the world barking up the wrong tree   A creature conditioned to employ matrimony   Crumbling continuity, I pick up the pieces   The ceremony makes me zealous   As the past quickly ceases   Fear from being neutered   I'm now prude, now defensive   Quickly I'm altered and tempted by new love only rented      Do you believe you'll marry me?    You might be the one to marry me      Back, looking back, looking back at me   I'm not how I used to be   Take me back, take me back into history   Diamond ring, tie me down, just like it used to be      Who will be the one to marry me?    Who will be the one to marry me?