Someone to bring me out
Someone to let me in
Someone, someone...

And all the eager-beaver [bad word] macho way their blues
They place themselves in place of me and face to face with you
And each pretend, you're loving him but that's not very [bad word] Cause you're not acting, nor am I though I could use some proof

Marry me, marry me, what's the story
Though a thousend hungry people try to crash our story

But no one in this darkened world
Need ever know but I know
Marry me

happily-ever-after does that seem to much to ask?
With trees and tots and stucco walls and fountains in the back
And lawns that you or I can mow and neighbours who will chat
About important issues and the state of this 'n that

Marry me, marry me...

Someone to bring me out
Someone to let me in
Someone to bring me joy
Somebody near me
Somebody near me
Somebody nearly me

The purple mountains majesty above the [bad word] plain
Is peeling off the wall of Lucky Miramar Motel

Marry me, marry me...

Someone to bring me out...

Marry me...