I am not the kind of girl,
Who should be rudely bargin' in on a white veil occasion,
But you are not the kind of boy,
Who should be marryin' the wrong girl
I sneak in and see your friends,
And her snotty little family, all dressed in pastel,
And she is yelling at a bridesmaid,
Somewhere back inside a room,
Wearing a gown shaped like a pastry,
This is surely not what you thought it would be,



දිනෙක හිරු බැස යන වෙලාවක
සයුරු වෙරලක හුදකලාවෙක
කල්පනාවේ සිටිය මොහොතක
මතක් විය සිතුවිලි අතීතෙක...
