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Her wedding dress was sewn
From semen she spat into
Her hands, screaming
I do, I do!
I do, I do! I do, I do!
I do, I do! I do, I do!
I do, I do! I do, I do!
I do, I do! I do, I!
Trading flesh for flypaper
And armed to the dentures
We don a regalia
Of useless genitalia
(Hey, hey, hey, hey!)
And closing the bible
The minister smiled
You may now kiss
The bride and they stood and
Stared for a while
As husband and wife
Squishing mosquitoes
All along their arms
Then drove on home
In separate cars
(Alright, you ready?)
