do you take this man to be your wedded husband
will you take him in and never shove him over
will you cook and clean, do anything that he says
will you be his slave when you're in his bed
will he run your life and take your pride
as you beg for the freedom that he only denies
when your mind is led to a mental stage
remember he's your husband, don't give him your rage
when you were made up in your long white gown
you promised to love him so until you're underground
the promise of shit that sent your life
down a one-way road that you obey in silence
is this the same man in which you choose to live
the rest of your life with so that you can give
all your fucking worth, all that's left of your life
only speak when being spoken to, to avoid a fight
brainwashed by your solemn promise
showing off the ring that you thought would accomplish
a life full of peace and endless romance
your heart belongs to him, your love will never end
now he'll slowly take your life away
in the house doing chores is where you'll fucking stay
going out to run his errands is considered a privilege
devotion of yourself is now the way you live
