I Write Sins . . .

With apologies to Panic at the Disco

Oh, well imagine, as the bride paces the pews of a church corridor, and she

Can’t help but to hear, no she can’t help but to hear an exchanging of words

“What a beautiful wedding. What a beautiful wedding” says the bridesmaid to a waiter

“And yes what a shame, what a shame the groom is really a trans girl”

She chimes in with “Haven’t you people ever heard of loving a trans girl? I wanted to marry someone with a sense of grace and femininity”

She chimes in with “Haven’t you people ever heard of loving a trans girl? I wanted to marry someone with a sense of . . . oh”

“Well in fact”, she says, “look at it this way I mean so what the secret is out. This calls for a toast so pour the champagne.” (ohh)

“Well in fact”, she says, “look at it this way I mean so what the secret is out. This calls for a toast so pour the champagne, pour the champagne.”

She chimes in with “Haven’t you people ever heard of loving a trans girl? oh, I wanted to marry someone with a sense of grace and femininity ”

She chimes in with “Haven’t you people ever heard of loving a trans girl? Oh, I wanted to marry someone with a sense of grace . . . and femininity . . .”

Again . . .

(repeat and fade)

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