She knew saying it would;nt make smile.
She don't want to walk down that aisle.
A wedding ring would'nt make her sing.
She don't want to marry me.
She told me not to buy. It would not make her cry. I wanted to ask why.
She said not to get on my knees. No, her, it would not please.
I can't understand why I can't put it on her hand.
She don't want to marry me.
See, that's what she said to me.
I think this as I lay in bed.
It goes through my head.
She don't want to marry me.
She dpn't want to be see my wife.
She, with me, see don't want to spend a life.
A knife in my heart.
She don't want to marry me.