I wonder would you notice
Staring at a puddle drinking water out of focus
White skirt exposes
Such a bum
Why don't you think about your own kids

You chose this
Now I'm falling on my sword
Your bleeding heart can't feed me

Knee bended
He proposes
You want a ring
You want a garden made of roses
And the champagne
It's imported
Went through hell and back just to get it sorted

You chose this
Now I'm falling on my sword
Your bleeding heart can't feed me
I'm not hungry anymore