let Billy sing at your white wedding
his Mony, Mony does the trick
cradle of love, the bed's red bedding
is somewhat more cliché than chic
you're dancing with yourself, your other
significant, but doesn't bother
to be a lover, rebel yell
a sweet sixteen will never tell
is flesh for fantasy required?
can one love eyes without a face?
peculiar, our human race
for most of us, that's how we're wired
white wedding, coming out, our ball
come, L.A. woman, catch my fall
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