The lovely young bride is in her room
Ironing out her anxieties
Her bridezilla woes running amok
Confusion and insecurity
Coupled with brief insanity
A hundred doubts race through her mind
Each one worse a thousand times
She screams to herself in silent agony
' What if hes not The One? '
She raves and moans like a lunatic
' He snores too loud and has brad breath, '
' I hate it when he burps and think its funny. '
She torments herself with visions of
Deformed and retarded kids
She worries about increasing reports
Of spousal abuse and a devastating divorce
She agitates herself to extreme heights
Thoughts of another woman floods her mind
And whether she looks fat in her wedding dress
' Knock, knock. '
Calm is restored
The lovely young bride readjusts her veil
She plasters on a smile and rise
To greet the person at the door
