Marry me. I'm losing my sleep.
I'm counting those sheep.
Marry me. I can't eat a thing,
So let's get the ring.

Picture us, without any fuss,
Whispering, "Darling, I do!
You with your something of blue,
Friends throwing rice and old shoes.

Marry me, and we'll have great joy.
A girl...and a boy.
Marry me. The world is in twos,
So what can we lose?

I'm bewitched,
I want to get hitched,
Taking my chances, that's true.
Just marry me.
What else can we do?
I've fallen in love, and it's you!

Music and Lyrics copyright 1954-1979-1992-1998 by Louise Jackson Doyle

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