The book of love is long and boring I love it when you give me things You ought to give me wedding rings No one can lift the damn thing It's full of charts and facts, some figures And instructions for dancing I love it when you read to me

Connie came back from her second cousin's wedding First time she'd been home in 'bout a year or two Just in time for the rehearsal dinner But that crazy Connie wasn't wearing any shoes She lives in L.A. she flies to New York City That woman's been around

Is it guilty in here, or is it just me? What became of all the boys Who only want one thing? Will someone tell me what I'm doin' wrong 'Cause the good ones all got wedding rings And the young ones are just too dumb And I don't think I have any more Room

Baby, I just wanna show you things Girl, I'll be different Baby, I could buy you wedding rings Oou-ohh-oh, oou-oh, oou-oh, oou-oh-oh Don't care about the distance Give a fuck about the distance Oou-ohh, oou-oh, oou-oh, oou-oh Oou-ohh-oh, oou-oh, oou-oh,

Way down south, where the mangroves grow Deep in the swamp down in the Bayou There's a little story that's never been told About a pretty widow who never grows old And how she buried her soul with her wedding ring Traded it off for that voodoo thing She

You can't afford no ring I shouldn't be wearing white and you can't afford no ring You finally took my hand Mama don't approve Baby's on its way It took a nip of gin But you finally took my hand Daddy says he's the best in town

All the lonely people Where do they all come from? Where do they all belong? Ah, look at all the lonely people Eleanor Rigby picks up the rice in the church Where a wedding has been Lives in a dream Waits at the window, wearing the face That she keeps in

We are one heartbeat in the darkness We are one lasting answered prayer We are one unbroken promise We are two, true believers Church bells ringing on our wedding day Climbed in that limo and rode away Guess you'll always hear some people say They're

Down on Rain Street Down Rain Street (Rain Street) The church bell rings, an old drunk sings A young girl hocks her wedding ring Down the alley, the icewagon flew Picked up a stiff that was turning blue The local kids were sniffin' glue There ain't much

How to hate a bitch That owe you everything At least a wedding ring Moving on to better things So don't you call me talking 'bout them other fools I'm not good enough for you I thought that we was cool If you need a shoulder to cry on, girl I won't