I wanna worry about the salad dressing
Marinating in the sun undressing
I'd love to think tomorrow we'll get married
I'd love to think tomorrow we'll get married

Cause in the end you know you're just a puppet
Looking for another puppeteer
I'd love to think tomorrow she'll be happy
I'd love to think tomorrow she'll be happy

But it's hard to tell
What's right from wrong
When you're strung out on another man
Making other plans
I'm not your modern medicine
And I'm not your modern man

I know to you it sounds all depressing
When you hear those wedding bells addressing
I'd love to think tomorrow she'd be happy
I'd love to think tomorrow she'd be happy

But it's hard to tell
What's right from wrong
When you're strung out on another man
Making other plans
I'm not your modern medicine
And I'm not your modern man