Emilie Autumn - Marry me

"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 f**k 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 grabs 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
Oh, why do I wish I was...