taylor

I am not the kind of girl
Who should be rudely barging in on a white veil occasion
But anda are not the kind of boy
Who should be marrying the wrong girl

I sneak in and see your friends
And her snotty little family all dressed in pastel
And she is yelling at a bridesmaid
Somewhere back inside a room
Wearing a gaun shaped like a pastry

This is surely not what anda thought it would be
I lose myself in a daydream
Where I stand and say

Don't say yes, run away now
I'll meet anda when you're out of the church at the back door
Don't wait, atau say a single vow
You need to hear me out
And they berkata speak...