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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