Lyrics

I thought you looked pretty in your brand new boots
I was impressed, the sky was orange
Bells were ringing a false alarm

I swear I heard your mama say
The two of them may as well get married someday

A priceless little angel with her halo loose
Pour another and light the fire
Smoke and incense, burn desire

Hold my hand and turn the hymnal page
We never listened anyway
I swear I heard your mama say
The two of them may as well get married someday