Vārdi: Panic! At the Disco. I Write Sins Not Tragedies (Clean Version).

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 the bridesmaid to a waiter.
"Yes, but what a shame, what a shame, the poor groom's bride is a SHHHHHHH."

I chime in with a "Haven't you people ever heard of closing that door?!"
No, it's much better to face these kinds of things with a sense of poise and rationality.

I chime in "Haven't you people ever heard of closing that door?!"
No, it's much better to face these kinds of things with a sense of...

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 chime in with a "Haven't you people ever heard of closing that door?!"

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

I chime in "Haven't you people ever heard of closing that door?!"
No, it's much better to face these kinds of things with a sense of poise and rationality.

Again...

I chime in "Haven't you people ever heard of closing that door?!"
No, it's much better to face these kinds of things with a sense of poise and rationality.

I chime in "Haven't you people ever heard of closing that door?!"
No, it's much better to face these kinds of things with a sense of poise and rationality.

Again...