Mademoiselle Carry my soul Till marriage To do or not Has never been pondered From I I wont panic My heart’ll pace Smoothly Like it’s resting Til the reception
Bachelor part Of my life Was a party Played well
But all Comes to an end I gladly toss away The red cups Scattered To gather Red roses That will lead From the floor, To the bed With vine Wrapped around its legs That spreads Leaves Across the headboard That spells