Closer closer to the top Looking down is quite a drop Let me have it all You set up a barrier Don't you know I'd marry ya Can't explain how you make me feel Don't you know I'm feeling real You have turned into a prayer I can feel I'm almost there

I'm Carrie not-the-kind-of-girl-you'd-marry Are you sure you want to hear more What if I ain't worth the while Not the style you'd be looking for If I'm sweet tonight Things look different in the morning light I'm jealous and I'm proud If you hurt my

I'll try to make it through without crying so nobody sees Yeah, she wanna get married I'll wear my black suit, black tie, hide out in the back I'll do a strong shot of whiskey straight out the flask But she don't wanna marry me She wants to get married,

Find a girl, settle down, if you want you can marry Look at me, I am old but I'm happy Now there's a way and I know that I have to go away, I know I have to go It's not time to make a change, just relax, take it easy You're still young, that's your

Little girl, I want to marry you I see you walking, baby, down the street Pushing that baby carriage at your feet I see the lonely ribbon in your hair Tell me I am the man for whom you put it there You never smile girl, you never speak You just walk on

I'll meet you when you're out Of the church at the back door Don't wait or say a single vow And they said, "speak now" I am not the kind of girl Who should be rudely bargin' in on a white veil occasion Who should be marryin' the wrong girl Don't say yes,

I know you send me Honest you do Darling you send me At first I thought it was infatuation But woo, it's lasted so long Now I find myself wanting To marry you and take you home Honest you do, honest you do Honest you do, whoa-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh

Hold me closer tiny dancer Count the headlights on the highway Lay me down in sheets of linen You had a busy day today Blue jean baby, L.A. lady, seamstress for the band Pretty eyed, pirate smile, you'll marry a music man Ballerina, you must have seen

Tamp 'em up solid, buddy, so they won't come down Tamp 'em up solid, so they won't come down Baby, in your hand, baby, in your hand (Traditional) Baby, when you marry your railroad man Every day'll be pay day, dollar bill in your hand Mary and the baby

Daddy's pride and joy Is marrying some boy Mama planned it all Said it's pretty in the fall And the flowers would be Roses and daisies And she prayed nobody saw The weight that I put on The bride shouldn't be