Fine Print - Laura Stevenson

Before we go through this

Well there’s something you should know

There’s a monster in my clothes

There’s a monster under all this tulle

You’ll never get out

If you still want to do this

Well we should do it alone

So that no one can object to you throwing out your chance at happiness

Oh the worst thing that ever happened yet was the day we met, fact:

You couldn’t even stand me then

So what’s this dress for?

What’s this mess you’re getting in?