Bouquet

St. Peter's balcony Her white veil screwed on tight Smoking, her last cigarette And there's one thing on her mind Is this the man for me? The liberator of my night? Cold sweat, drippin' down her back And there's one thing on her She don't wanna Live a life of compromise She don't wanna be haunted Till the day she dies What about him? What about him? Baby! Baby! Take my Bouquet! Take me far far away Times running out Faster than my luck Baby! Baby! Take my Bouquet Take me far far away Oh won't you pick me up In that stupid Taco Truck As I ride into the sunset A pit stop by the sea Kick the church doors down The Vicar turns around And flips the bird at me And there she's standing All drenched in misery Staring down the barrel of a self-imposed shotgun In disbelief You don't wanna Live a life of compromise You don't wanna be haunted Till the day you die So come with me! Now come with me! Baby! Baby! Give me your Bouquet! I'll take you far far away Times running out Faster than your luck Baby! Baby! Give me your Bouquet! I'll take you far far away Oh whoa I'll pick you up In my stupid Taco Truck Baby! Baby! Give me your Bouquet! I'll take you far far away Times running out Faster than your luck Baby! Baby! Give me your Bouquet! I'll take you far far away Oh whoa I'll pick you up In my stupid Taco (truck) Baby! Baby! Give me your Bouquet! I'll take you far far away Times running out Faster than your luck Baby! Baby! Give me your Bouquet! I'll take you far far away Oh whoa I'll pick you up In my stupid Taco Truck