I’d take that toothy grin
 Over just about any other thing
 You can bet your bottom dollar
 That I’ve been looking for a ring

 But what would your mum say?
 How would your father feel?
 Without a crowd of witnesses
 How will we know it was real?

 We can’t elope
 Though wouldn’t it be nice?
 I want a photograph for our kids to laugh
 Wee Cantaloupe

 Consider those that came before us
 They gave up their lives
 So that you and I could proudly
 Hold each other tightly

 You know I love frosting
 I know you love cake
 So let’s invite everyone
 To come and celebrate

 We can’t elope
 Though technically we could
 I’ve got nothing to prove, my choice is always you
 Wee Cantaloupe

 I could write out pages, pages, worn out pages
 But would good would that do?
 If you could be patient patient darlin’ patient
 I’m already vowed to you! To you!

 But we can’t elope
 As simple as that’d be
 What’s the point of it if we can’t flaunt a bit
 Wee Cantaloupe?
 We can’t elope