THROW THE BOUQUET
Sings her actual diary at a piano and has been asked to tone it down by three separate labels
style
the numbers
- bpm
- 103
- key
- F minor
- energy
- 0.67
- dance
- 0.90
- valence
- 0.55
- vocal at
- 4.3s
- length
- 1:40
- language
- En
lyrics
They sat me by the kitchen door With cousin Gwen, who's ninety-four She asked me where my fella's been I drained my glass and asked for gin The band strikes up a slow one — great I'm slow-dancing with my plate Throw the bouquet, throw the bouquet I've got my elbows out, okay? Throw the bouquet, throw the bouquet I practiced catching all of May Throw the bouquet, throw the bouquet I caught the eye of groomsman Pete He's got a wife and kids — how sweet I cried at in sickness and health Then toasted to my single self Love is real — I've seen the proof It's just allergic to my roof So cut the cake and dim the light And someone drive me home tonight Throw it, throw it, throw the bouquet Throw it, throw it, throw the bouquet