I Want To Be Your Bride

I want to be your bride No beating around the bush I want to wear a white cape And mouse ears I want to blow raspberries at your loved ones I want to dance Alone On a table to our song I want to eat the best bits of the cake And lick the icing When no ones looking I want to make a speech When I’m drunk And call you by an ex-boyfriends name I want to sit on your Mothers knee Thinking it’s you I want to arrive an hour early at the church In the rain And wait outside I want jesters and clowns in bridesmaid dresses To follow me around all day I want a ring I want five rings One for each finger And thumb Just in case I lose one I want an orchestra of mice To make your relatives dance I want to take you to bed And sing you nursery rhymes as I undress I want you my darling Don’t you want me too?