As a testament to how things change, this song was written years before I met the woman I would later make my wife...
Inveigled
You say it's been going like this too long
Don't want to see it go all wrong
Strings lying together, that's okay
Some knots get tied anyway
It ain't broke so why fix it?
I don't believe that it's illicit
And you say we should make it legal
Why do I feel so inveigled?
Your parents grow giddier by the day
They're marking off their Saturdays
The pressure's mounting, I might cave in
Pretty soon they'll be looking for grandkids
It ain't broke so why fix it?
I don't believe that it's illicit
And you say we should make a change
It's just an addition of names
But I know half the time it don't take
Once you cut that wedding cake
I suppose we could "make it legal"
Why do I feel so inveigled?
You've got to promise not to alter anything
If you want to see me at the altar with a ring
- 30 -
1 comment:
It's lovely.
I wrote something similar just before I got married, but not as good as this.
Much, much later, my wife tried to beat me with guitar strings, but I didn't much like it.
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