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Babs:
When I see troops of carrieges
go marching to marriages
My heart always bleeds for the bride,
For I know that her honeymoon
Will soon seem a funny moon
When alone she sits nursing her pride.
For all men are polygamous,
At heart at least bigamous,
And when the night falls
Their eyes start to roam,
So it's pure asininity
To save ones virginity
For a husband who hates to come home.
All:
Why marry them?
Why to the alter carry them?
Why not simply keep one or two about
And when you get tired of them
Throw them out?
Why humor them,
When so many wives testify
That as lovers they charm,
As husbands they bore,
As lovers they're dovoted,
As husbands - no more,
As lovers they love you,
And as your husband they snore,
So why marry them, why?
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