I am not the kind of girl  who should be rudely barging in , on a white veil occasion . But you 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 gown shaped like a pastry . This is surely not , what you 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 you when you're out  of the church at the back door . Don't wait or say a single vow , you need to hear me out  when they said "speak now".