He was invited so he came to the wedding
Even though he hadn't seen her
For two months or three
And there over silver cutlery and bedding
She told him that she'd never felt so happy

He lived his life out of order
Stopped at happiness' border
They read his crimes out aloud
But he'll never know how
To make her so happy when there's a crowd

Although she'd never agreed in theory
She felt, biologically, it was time
Still, the whole rigmarole makes her uneasy
That's why they were drinking this cask wine

She will be left lonely
But she will be right