I am not the kind of girl, Who should be rudely bargin' in on a white veil occasion, But you are not the kind of boy, Who should be marryin' the wrong girl, I sneak in and see your friends, And her snotty little family, all dressed in pastel, And she is yelling at a bridesmaid, Somewhere back inside a room, Wearing a gown shaped like a pastry, This is surely not what you thought it would be, I loose myself in a daydream, Where I stand and say: "Don't say yes, run away now, I'll meet you when you're out, Of the church at the back door, Don't wait or say a single vow, You need to hear me out," And they said, "Speak now," Fun gestures are exchanged, And the organ starts to play A song that sounds like a death march, And I am hiding in the curtains, It seems I was uninvited by your lovely bride-to-be, She floats down the isle like a pageant queen, But I know you wish it was me, You wish it was me, don't you? Don't say yes, run away now, I