Seriously. Is your name Bill? Won’t you marry me bill? I have the wedding bell blues? Your kisses and hugs won’t carry me until you marry me Bill!
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My mane is Bill, and I would certianly marry you, if I wasn’t already hitched for 25 years!
Damn, I so had the hots for Marilyn McCoo, and now you’ve gone and stirred it all up again!
That depends. Are you hawt? If so, my name may in fact turn out to be Bill.
I don’t know about marriage. But when I was a young lad who’d never been kissed, I got to thinking just what I had missed. So I found me a girl and I kissed her. And then - whoops - oh lordy, I kissed her again.
She had ksses sweeter than wine.
Don’t wanna replace the monogrammed towels, eh?
*Goin’ to the chapel and we’re
gonna get maaaried.
Goin’ to the Chapel of Love.
*
Then
Now that you’ve gone
All that’s left is a band of gold
All that’s left are the dreams I hold
Band of gold
And the memories of what love could be
If you were still here with me
StG
That song struck me as a pathetic whine. If your relationship was good, he’d have proposed. Shut up.
Yeah, so PROPOSE goddamn it! /What the hell!!!
I think you’re lion!
Whew! I thought you meant that little pipsqueak up in Seattle-ish. You know the guy I mean. The one who stole an OS 20 years ago and then then sold it… NO! He SOLD it… THEN he stole it… I mean… he… he… just…
Whew! GLAD you didn’tean THAT guy! 
To correct…
Whew! GLAD you didn’t mean THAT guy!