Matrimony - Tennis

Haven't got the time for vain excuses

Let me lead you to the cool spring bubble and

Have you linger 'til you fill right up

Parted lips instead of paper cups

Long lashes curling on your cheek

Hide your gaze so I don't catch you looking at me

Spreading out into the tiny spaces

Emanating from your sweet embraces

But I feel your burning look

Oh my god it feels so good

Oh yeah

Sweet summer morning early in July

Sweet summer morning when you made me your wife

Ahahahah I ahahah I

Ahahahah I ahahah I

Doesn't matter if we're rich or poor

The less we have it makes me love you all the more

I'm not waiting for some twist of fate

To tell me that our lives are interlacing

But I feel your burning look

Oh my god it feels so good

Oh yeah

I'll wear the dress that my sister made

And the blunt haircut your dull scissors gave me

Ahahahah I ahahah I

Ahahahah I ahahah I

Sweet summer morning early in July

Sweet summer morning when you made me your wife

Sweet summer morning early in July

Sweet summer morning when you made me your wife

Sweet summer morning early in July

Sweet summer morning when you made me your wife