I Write Sins Not Tragedies

Oh, well, imagine as I'm pacing the pews in a church corridor—

And I can't help but to hear, no, I can't help but to hear an exchanging of words

"What a beautiful wedding, what a beautiful wedding", says a bridesmaid to a waiter

"And, yes, but what a shame, what a shame the poor groom's bride is a whore"

I chimed in with a, "Haven't you people ever heard of closing a goddamn door?"

No, it's much better to face these kinds of things with a sense of poise and rationality

I chimed in, "Haven't you people ever heard of closing a goddamn door?"

No, it's much better to face these kinds of things with a sense of—

Oh, well, in fact, well, I'll look at it this way

I mean, technically our marriage is saved

Well, this calls for a toast, so pour the champagne

Oh, well, in fact, well, I'll look at it this way

I mean, technically our marriage is saved

Well, this calls for a toast, so pour the champagne, pour the champagne

I chimed in with a, "Haven't you people ever heard of closing a goddamn door?"

No, it's much better to face these kinds of things with a sense of poise and rationality

I chimed in, "Haven't you people ever heard of closing a goddamn door?"

No, it's much better to face these kinds of things with a sense of—

Poise and rationality

Again

I chimed in, "Haven't you people ever heard of closing a goddamn door?"

No, it's much better to face these kinds of things with a sense of poise and rationality

I chimed in, "Haven't you people ever heard of closing a goddamn door?"

No, it's much better to face these kinds of things with a sense of—

Poise and rationality

Again