Marrying Type Lyrics

Vultures picked away at my bones

As I sat and watched the married man

So young and so sure he lay down to rest

With a bride on his arm and a ring on his hand

A pebble, it felt, was stuck in my throat

Making it awfully hard to swallow

Jealous of love, love to be wanted

Wanting for a man to follow

I'm not the marrying type

The married man preaches to me

That timeless love is something to believe in

Well, I've never known anything of the sort

And I cannot sink my teeth in

I will not take the bait

I'm not the marrying type

Head buried in my hands

As I sat and watched my oldest brother

And his painted wife come down the aisle

I cannot be a sister and a lover

I could never be a friend

'Cause you'd never let it be

I'm not the marrying type