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Oh, well imagine
As I'm pacing the pews in a church corridor
And I can't help but to hear
No, I can't help but to hear an exchanging of words

'What a beautiful wedding
What a beautiful wedding,' says a bridesmaid to a waiter
'And, yes, but what a shame
What a shame the poor groom's bride is a whore.'

I chime in with a
'Haven't you people ever heard of closing a goddamn door?'
No, it's much better to face these kinds of things with a sense of poise and rationality
I chime in
'Haven't you people ever heard of closing a goddamn door?'
No, it's much better to face these kinds of things with a sense of

Oh, well in fact
Well I'll look at it this way
I mean, technically, our marriage is saved
Well this calls for a toast
So pour the champagne

Oh, well in fact
Well I'll look at it this way
I mean, technically, our marriage is saved
Well this calls for a toast
So pour the champagne, pour the champagne

I chime in with a
'Haven't you people ever heard of closing a goddamn door?'
No, it's much better to face these kinds of things with a sense of poise and rationality
I chime in
'Haven't you people ever heard of closing a goddamn door?'
No, it's much better to face these kinds of things with a sense of poise and rationallity

Again

I chime in
'Haven't you people ever heard of closing a goddamn door?'
No, it's much better to face these kinds of things with a sense of poise and rationality
I chime in
'Haven't you people ever heard of closing a goddamn door?'
No, it's much better to face these kinds of things with a sense of poise and rationality

Again