Marry Me Lyrics
| Song | Marry Me |
| Artist | Emilie Autumn |
| Album | Opheliac |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| Marry me, he said, through his rotten teeth, bad breath, and then | |
| Marry me instead of that strapping young goatherd, but when | |
| I was in his bed, and my father had sold me | |
| I knew I hadn't any choice, hushed my voice, did what any girl would do and | |
| When I'm beheaded at least I was wedded | |
| And when I am buried at least I was married | |
| I'll hide my behavior with wine as my savior | |
| But, oh, what beautiful things I'll wear | |
| What beautiful dresses and hair | |
| I'm lucky to share his bed | |
| Especially since I'll soon be dead | |
| Marry me, he said, god, he's ugly, but fortune is ours | |
| Running in the gardens enjoying men, women, and flowers | |
| Then I break a glass and I slit my own innermost thigh | |
| So that I can pretend that I'm menstru...well, unavailable | |
| My life is arranged but this union's deranged | |
| So I'll fuck who I choose for I've nothing to lose | |
| And when master's displeased I'll be down on my knees again | |
| Oh, what beautiful things I'll wear | |
| What beautiful dresses and hair | |
| I'm lucky to share his bed | |
| Especially since I'll soon be dead | |
| When dining on peacock I know I won't swallow | |
| Through balls, births, and bridge games I know what will follow | |
| We're coupled together through hell, hurt, and hunger | |
| Or at least until husband finds someone younger | |
| Yes, fertilization is part of my station | |
| I laugh as he drabs me in anticipation | |
| Of sons who will run things when I'm under covers | |
| But whose children are they? Why, mine and my lover's! | |
| But, oh, what beautiful things I'll wear | |
| What beautiful dresses and hair | |
| I'm lucky to share his bed | |
| Especially since I'll soon be dead | |
| What beautiful things I'll wear | |
| What beautiful dresses and hair | |
| I'm lucky to share his bed | |
| So why do I wish I was... |
| Marry me, he said, through his rotten teeth, bad breath, and then | |
| Marry me instead of that strapping young goatherd, but when | |
| I was in his bed, and my father had sold me | |
| I knew I hadn' t any choice, hushed my voice, did what any girl would do and | |
| When I' m beheaded at least I was wedded | |
| And when I am buried at least I was married | |
| I' ll hide my behavior with wine as my savior | |
| But, oh, what beautiful things I' ll wear | |
| What beautiful dresses and hair | |
| I' m lucky to share his bed | |
| Especially since I' ll soon be dead | |
| Marry me, he said, god, he' s ugly, but fortune is ours | |
| Running in the gardens enjoying men, women, and flowers | |
| Then I break a glass and I slit my own innermost thigh | |
| So that I can pretend that I' m menstru... well, unavailable | |
| My life is arranged but this union' s deranged | |
| So I' ll fuck who I choose for I' ve nothing to lose | |
| And when master' s displeased I' ll be down on my knees again | |
| Oh, what beautiful things I' ll wear | |
| What beautiful dresses and hair | |
| I' m lucky to share his bed | |
| Especially since I' ll soon be dead | |
| When dining on peacock I know I won' t swallow | |
| Through balls, births, and bridge games I know what will follow | |
| We' re coupled together through hell, hurt, and hunger | |
| Or at least until husband finds someone younger | |
| Yes, fertilization is part of my station | |
| I laugh as he drabs me in anticipation | |
| Of sons who will run things when I' m under covers | |
| But whose children are they? Why, mine and my lover' s! | |
| But, oh, what beautiful things I' ll wear | |
| What beautiful dresses and hair | |
| I' m lucky to share his bed | |
| Especially since I' ll soon be dead | |
| What beautiful things I' ll wear | |
| What beautiful dresses and hair | |
| I' m lucky to share his bed | |
| So why do I wish I was... |
| Marry me, he said, through his rotten teeth, bad breath, and then | |
| Marry me instead of that strapping young goatherd, but when | |
| I was in his bed, and my father had sold me | |
| I knew I hadn' t any choice, hushed my voice, did what any girl would do and | |
| When I' m beheaded at least I was wedded | |
| And when I am buried at least I was married | |
| I' ll hide my behavior with wine as my savior | |
| But, oh, what beautiful things I' ll wear | |
| What beautiful dresses and hair | |
| I' m lucky to share his bed | |
| Especially since I' ll soon be dead | |
| Marry me, he said, god, he' s ugly, but fortune is ours | |
| Running in the gardens enjoying men, women, and flowers | |
| Then I break a glass and I slit my own innermost thigh | |
| So that I can pretend that I' m menstru... well, unavailable | |
| My life is arranged but this union' s deranged | |
| So I' ll fuck who I choose for I' ve nothing to lose | |
| And when master' s displeased I' ll be down on my knees again | |
| Oh, what beautiful things I' ll wear | |
| What beautiful dresses and hair | |
| I' m lucky to share his bed | |
| Especially since I' ll soon be dead | |
| When dining on peacock I know I won' t swallow | |
| Through balls, births, and bridge games I know what will follow | |
| We' re coupled together through hell, hurt, and hunger | |
| Or at least until husband finds someone younger | |
| Yes, fertilization is part of my station | |
| I laugh as he drabs me in anticipation | |
| Of sons who will run things when I' m under covers | |
| But whose children are they? Why, mine and my lover' s! | |
| But, oh, what beautiful things I' ll wear | |
| What beautiful dresses and hair | |
| I' m lucky to share his bed | |
| Especially since I' ll soon be dead | |
| What beautiful things I' ll wear | |
| What beautiful dresses and hair | |
| I' m lucky to share his bed | |
| So why do I wish I was... |
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