The Marriage Billy Bragg

I understand you needing
And wanting is no crime
But I can't help feeling
That you and your mother
Are just wasting your time

Choosing Saturdays in Summer
Oh, I dare you to wear white
Love is just a moment of giving
And marriage is when we admit
Our parents were right

I just don't understand it
What makes our love a sin
How can it make that difference
If you and I are wearing
That bloody, bloody ring

If I share my bed with you
Must I also share my life
Love is just a moment of giving
And marriage is when we admit
Our parents were right

You just don't understand it
This tender trap we're in
Those glossy catalogues of couples
Are cashing in
On happiness again and again