| The man at the altar that is me
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| How I got here I cannot recall
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| It’s urgent I tell my wife-to-be
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| That we should not wed at all
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| You think you want to marry me
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| But believe me that you don’t
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| When he asks you, «Will you have this man?»
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| Please tell him that you won’t
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| It’s not too late to change your mind
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| And let this whole thing go
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| I’m not the man for you, you’ll find
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| It’s better you say no
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| I’m not the marrying kind, my sweet
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| So if you become my wife
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| You’ll find I’m a rover and a cheat
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| And be sorry the rest of your life
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| You think you want to marry me
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| But believe me that you don’t
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| When he asks you, «Will you have this man?»
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| Please tell him that you won’t
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| It’s not too late to change your mind
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| And let this whole thing go
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| I’m not the man for you, you’ll find
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| It’s better you say no
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| It’s not too late to change your mind
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| And let this whole thing go
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| I’m not the man for you, you’ll find
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| It’s better you say no
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| As I walked down the aisle to wed
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| I never thought to hear
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| What I was about to whisper softly
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| In my darling’s ear
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| I’m not a husband kind of guy
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| Like roving too much, I guess
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| And since I don’t want to make you cry
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| For God’s sake, don’t say yes!
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| It’s not too late to change your mind
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| And let this whole thing go
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| I’m not the man for you, you’ll find
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| It’s better you say no
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| It’s not too late to change your mind
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| And let this whole thing go
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| I’m not the man for you, you’ll find
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| It’s better you say no |