(no subject)
If you could love me as a wife
and for my wedding gift, Your life
should that be all I’ll ever need
or is there more I’m looking for
and should I read between the lines
and look for blessings in disguise
to make me handsome, rich, and wise
is that really what You want
I am a whore I do confess
but I put You on just like a wedding dress
and I run down the aisle
I’m a prodigal with no way home
but I put You on just like a ring of gold
and I run down the aisle to you
so could You love this bastard child
though I don’t trust You to provide
with one hand in a pot of gold
and with the other in Your side
I am so easily satisfied
by the call of lovers less wild
that I would take a little cash
over Your very flesh and blood
-Derek Webb "Wedding Dress"