I wanna get married, yes, I need a spouse
I want a nice Leave it to Beaverish golden retriever
And a little white house
I wanna get married, I need to cook meals
I wanna pack you cute little lunches for my Brady Bunches
Then read Danielle Steele

I wanna escape this rat race I've created
I’m feelin' enervated
I don't care if I make it
I just want to bake a sugar cake
For you to take to work in the morn
And I’ll stay home cleaning the dishes
And keeping your wishes all warm
I wanna get married, that's why I was born

I wanna partake in bake sales for the classroom
I wanna hear the sweet tune
Of Sally's little vroom-vroom
As she zooms around my broom
As I exhume the gloom of my shallow life
I wanna be simple and honest and dimpled
'Cause I am your wife
I will never tarry, I'm not even torn
I wanna get married, that's why I was born