[Verse 1]
You're like Coney Island
Working cla** fun
Pretty run-down in the long run
Beautiful ashtray full of cigarette bu*ts
Lipstick traces on cold cuts
On our way down falling stars collide
Nothing to show no more and nothing to hide
You gave me lift, it was a lonely ride
Now I'm born-again Christian with rough guide
[Chorus]
Thrift store wedding dresses
No more second guesses
Nothing new or borrowed or beat to blue
Vending machine rings while Michael Bolton sings
"How am I supposed to live without you"
[Verse 2]
Two wrongs seldom makes it right
But constant struggle keeps you warm at night
You are not perfect and I'm less so
But please say yes and let's give it a go
[Chorus]
Thrift store wedding dresses
No more second guesses
Nothing new or borrowed or beat to blue
Vending machine rings while Michael Bolton sings
"How am I supposed to live without you"