Phil McGee
Will you marry me
I want to be your bride
I'm smelling
Cigarettes and Pacorabanne
And ***** on your breath

Do you remember 95
When we crept outside
In the backstreets
Looking for chinese meals
And taxi wheels
in the darkness

No one told me that you passed away
But i found out the other day
In the paper
I was so sad that i wanted to hit my head on the wall
But i threw my iphone on the floor instead
it was better than hitting my head
Phiil McGee i wanted to be your bride

Phil McGee
I try on your clothes and do a pose
In the mirror
I discovered some shirts that you wore
In a charity store
Just near Andover
And when you smiled at me
It tore me up inside
Phil McGee
I wanted to be your bride