She walked down the aisle with all eyes on her and she glowed
Someone chose her above all other women they had known
I can only wonder what it must be like to be
So perfect in a lover's eyes, the only one they see
Well, it's never been me, the chosen one
It's never been me
If ever I see a chosen one I feel ugly
I have never had a symbol, a vow or declaration
Instead, I seem to inspire practical consideration
It's difficult to say just what it is I think I've missed
It's only one day in a white dress with a guest list
But it's never been me, the chosen one
It's never been me
If ever I see a chosen one I feel ugly
It's in every picture, his eyes intently fixed on her
And it plays on my need to be anything to anyone
Everybody sees me as a solitary entity
But I long to be important to somebody
It's a love of fairy tales that drives this guilty wish
To walk serenely in front of family to collect my kiss
And though this notion is as flawed as any I have learned
I'd like to think that like the others, it's something I deserve
But it's never been me, the chosen one
It's never been me
If ever I see a chosen one I feel ugly
Oh will ever I be the chosen one
Will ever I be
The summer breeze is inconstant
I'm ever so lonely
Will ever I be a chosen one, will ever I be