| Well, she was a pretty good looking young girl
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| And she kissed me in such a way
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| But to get anything, she said show me the ring
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| The way they did in those days
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| Well, I never thought too much about it
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| If I was the marrying kind
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| But any young man worth his salt or a damn
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| Has other things on his mind
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| Get ready, Marie, get ready, Marie
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| Get ready for dreams to come true
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| Get ready, Marie, get ready for me
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| There’s so many things we can do
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| Well, I awoke drunk from the night before
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| On the morning of my wedding day
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| And the best man said, «Man, the best thing to do
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| Is just to keep going that way»
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| But my pretty young bride wasn’t laughing
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| When I tripped and fell down the aisle
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| And though I was a pain, still no one could complain
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| That I wasn’t wearing a smile
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| Get ready, Marie, get ready, Marie
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| Get ready for dreams to come true
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| Get ready, Marie, get ready for me
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| There’s so many things we can do
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| No, this isn’t the end of our story
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| No, our marriage stuck like a habit
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| But I had a good hunch, when she kissed me a bunch
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| She could do other things like a rabbit
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| Like a rabbit
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| Get ready, Marie, get ready, Marie
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| Get ready for dreams to come true
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| Get ready, Marie, get ready for me
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| There’s so many things we can do |