Don't do it.
Don't do it.
Man, don't do it.
Many men if honest would have to admit that your friends warned you.
Not to get marry.
Oh, they give you various reasons.
Edited down truth among horror stories.
Except you wasn't listening.
Love directed you to propose.
And now here you are walking down the isle.
To the ringing of the crowd.
"Here Come The Bride" and the tintinnabulation in the back ground.
And through it all, you're wearing a smile.
Love have caught you.
Love have taught you.
You claim the one you love.
Aug 14, 2014
Aug 14, 2014 at 9:40 AM UTC
Don't do it.
Don't do it.
Man, don't do it.
Many men if honest would have to admit that your friends warned you.
Not to get marry.
Oh, they give you various reasons.
Edited down truth among horror stories.
Except you wasn't listening.
Love directed you to propose.
And now here you are walking down the isle.
To the ringing of the crowd.
"Here Come The Bride" and the tintinnabulation in the back ground.
And through it all, you're wearing a smile.
Love have caught you.
Love have taught you.
You claim the one you love.
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