White dress and a sticky mess all over your conscience Happy is your day today, but forever is your penance Sweetness seeps from lipstick smiles, then "pursed-lipped-ish" flutter We are curving straight-backed aisles; we are the pattern of "other" Yes it seems we're out of place, my lover and I Especially when the people turned to me and asked (with furrowed brow) "Exactly how is it that you know the bride?" I just sipped my drink, thought of you and lied... Five short years ago seems I threatened your existence You questioned all you'd come to know; secrecy sealed your resistance Now I've come to your wedding in open-ended clothing (My unshaven pits and) I forgive your fear and your self-loathing I just sipped my drink, thought of you and lied I considered the consequences on your special and the circumstances What was I supposed to say? Because y'see, I boinked the bride... I look at you and you seemed so happy in your different life And I smiled at your smile as he introduced you as his wife I came here with the purest of intentions and support And you should know you've inspired my own commitment, of sorts: I envision a world where truth is never inappropriate So, I solemnly swear, 'til d**h do I part that... The next time: I will lift my head, clear my throat and say with pride I boinked the bride... And I'll consider the consequences on this day or any day Of keeping the truth in, it will eat you away because all I wanted to say was: I boinked the bride... Now it's done; it's all confirmed: you're all that you can handle I hope he gives good love and s**m and life without any real scandal Why didn't you ask me to sing at your wedding? I