Hello, hello
Yes, I think this will do
Fine lad, he is
Yes, I think he will do-- -no-

No, but I will not do
I'm not ready-- please
Let me think

While I think,
While I ponder,
A white dress made of silk and babies and commitment is slipped over my head
No, I'm not ready-- I
The people gather, clapping monotonously
With quaint smiles under pretty hats
A cake is brought forth, ooh, plastic man and plastic woman
Perched atop a sugary-white plateau

(You may kiss the bride)
Kiss your groom
No
Kiss him!
No I can't, I mustn’t-- I

A crisp hotel blanket wraps around my neck
Goodbye, translucent virginity
Hello, little junior
Oh, my! Many juniors!
Stop jumping on the couch!
Eat those Brussels sprouts-- God
Why can't you just keep STILL?!?

At the very word my world will darken
How my hands have thinned!
How the veins leap out of them
Twisting around pale fingers
That wrap around white hair
Husband,  are you awake?
He is dead.
Oh dear, my teeth have loosened
And are now falling like milky raindrops upon my old, old hands

(Knock Knock)
Who's there?
(I am Lucifer. Come, get your things)
But I'm not ready-- please
Let me think
(No more thinking. Come with me.)
Let me think

He grips my papery heart
Throws it far, far into that hideous, deep, well
(It's time to go)

Goodbye, goodbye
Yes, I think this one will do
Solid mahogany, fit for any dead queen
Fine coffin, it is--
Yes, I think it will do
I am lowered into the ground
They throw flowers down at me
Yes, I think this will do
Dark dirt over my little black box
Silence.
This will do, this will do

Yes