She's not the marrying kind.
She has stones in her hair instead of flowers,
and a rose bush of thorns is more poignant to her.
She's not the marrying kind.
Her words aren't pretty or wise,
And she can't sing about anything but a broken heart.
She's not the marrying kind.
She is the sort of damaged you see in an older record,
and the kind of old in an instrument that breaks into a billion
pieces of touch.
She's not the marrying kind.
Neither neat, nor tidy, nor correct in her behavior,
and yes, she did in fact tell him to fuck himself.
She's not the marrying kind.
She does not stay silent in arguments,
and she likes to lie compulsively, just to see his face change.
She's not the marrying kind.
She is not the ideal of any lady, nor their likes,
and she does not allow any man to walk all over her.
No. She's not the marrying kind.
But she does like the idea of a little girl with her mother's
determination,
and a man who smiles at her like she's his most treasured
possession.
