billy bragg The Marriage

I understand your needing And wanting is no crime But I can t help feeling That you and your mother are just wasting your time Choosing Saturdays in Summer I dare you to wear white Love is just a moment of giving And marriage is when we admit our parents were right I just don t understand it What makes our love a sin How can it make that difference If you and I are wearing that bloody, bloody ring If I share my bed with you Must I also share my life Love is just a moment of giving And marriage is when we admit our parents were right You just don t understand it This tender trap we re in Those glossy catalogs of couples Are cashing in on happiness again and again So drag me to the altar And I ll make my sacrifice But love is just a moment of giving And marriage is when we admit our parents were right Marriage is when we admit our parents were right I say marriage is when we admit our parents Were probably right