Marry me, he said, through his rotten teeth, bad breath, and then
Marry me instead of that strapping young goatherd, but when
I was in his bed, and my father had sold me
I knew I hadn´t any choice, hushed my voice, did what any girl would do and
When I´m beheaded at least I was wedded
And when I am buried at least I was married
I´ll hide my behavior with wine as my savior

But, oh, what beautiful things I´ll wear
What beautiful dresses and hair
I´m lucky to share his bed
Especially since I´ll soon be dead

Marry me, he said, god, he´s ugly, but fortune is ours
Running in the gardens enjoying men, women, and flowers
Then I break a glass and I slit my own innermost thigh
So that I can pretend that I´m menstru...well, unavailable
My life is arranged but this union´s deranged
So I´ll fuck who I choose for I´ve nothing to lose
And when master´s displeased I´ll be down on my knees again

Oh, what beautiful things I´ll wear
What beautiful dresses and hair
I´m lucky to share his bed
Especially since I´ll soon be dead

When dining on peacock I know I won´t swallow
Through balls, births, and bridge games I know what will follow
We´re coupled together through hell, hurt, and hunger
Or at least until husband finds someone younger
Yes, fertilization is part of my station
I laugh as he drabs me in anticipation
Of sons who will run things when I´m under covers
But whose children are they? Why, mine and my lover´s!

But, oh, what beautiful things I´ll wear
What beautiful dresses and hair
I´m lucky to share his bed
Especially since I´ll soon be dead
What beautiful things I´ll wear
What beautiful dresses and hair
I´m lucky to share his bed
So why do I wish I was...