Someone to bring me out   Someone to let me in   Someone, someone...      And all the eager-beaver men come macho way their blues   They place themselves in place of me and face to face with you   And each pretend, you're loving him but that's not very true   Cause you're not acting, nor am I though I could use some proof      Marry me, marry me, what's the story   Though a thousend hungry people try to crash our story      But no one in this darkened world   Need ever know but I know   Marry me      A happily-ever-after does that seem to much to ask?   With trees and tots and stucco walls and fountains in the back   And lawns that you or I can mow and neighbours who will chat   About important issues and the state of this 'n that      Marry me, marry me...      Someone to bring me out   Someone to let me in   Someone to bring me joy   Somebody near me   Somebody near me   Somebody nearly me      The purple mountains majesty above the fruited plain   Is peeling off the wall of Lucky Miramar Motel      Marry me, marry me...      Someone to bring me out...      Marry me...