March me down the aisle for my last crusade,
Paint my face and cover me in white.
Pretend I'm Aphrodite and as pure as snow.
Make me into the only thing I'm worth.
I'm a woman we're meant for marriage,
Single women are worthless, right world?

Throw me in the oven, it's where I belong.
Excuse me, I have to bake my soul,
Excuse me, I have to play perfection,
He's home again, I have to fix a meal,
Excuse me a moment, I have no flaws.
I'm only competent enough to do this,
A women who isn't a chef has no worth.
Right World?

Make me squeak like my kitchen floor Make me fear you more each day.
Don't worry I have face paint to cover.
I'll cover your tracks on how you treat me.
I'll still look lovely for you in the morning.
Put her in her place, you're above me right?

Fix my nose he dislikes it,
A C cup is flat to him, Do you have Moon size?
Take twenty-two pounds off while you're at it,
I'm so fat at one-hundred pounds, That's to much.
It's worth the money, My body is my worth. Right?

Abuse me and be cruel to me,
I'll still be here when the sunrises,
All I know is to serve you, my love.
March me down the aisle,
Sell me what I'm worth.
Body, Soul, Knowledge,
I'm but a simple woman,
I know not of those things.
March me down the aisle, Please.
I'm prepared for slavery.