last year nearly all my friends got married
this year those remaining followed suit
well, I’ve learned to feign rapture
over what the photos capture
while secretly envying the
wedding present loot
and though I’ve had offers to tie the knot
and trot down the aisle to the altar
I must have some block
for when I look at that knot
you know it seems to turn into a halter
though I sometimes let myself fantasize
about honeymoons under Parisian skies
and I once went so far
as to think about buying a dress
but when it comes to the final reckoning
and that little love nest is beckoning
I bolt like a runaway pony in distress
I guess I’m just a girl who can’t say yes
and these days divorce and marriage
go together like a horse and carriage
though you were sure it was true love at the start
but what’s the use of saying “I do”
if two years later you’re through
even if you get to keep the Cuisinart
and though I don’t believe any more that Mr. Right
is waiting to claim me some starry night
I can’t seem to make myself settle for anyone less
I guess, I’m just a girl who can’t say yes
ah...no
like Siamese twins
like a pair of shoes
like Noah’s menagerie
everyone comes in twos these days but me
I guess, I’m a just a girl who can’t say
I’m a just a girl who can’t say
I’m a just a girl who can’t say ... yes
ah...no
