Marry me, he said, through his rotten teeth, bad breath, and then   Marry me instead of that strapping young goatherd, but when   I was in his bed, and my father had sold me   I knew I hadn’t any choice, hushed my voice, did what any girl would do and   When I’m beheaded at least I was wedded   And when I am buried at least I was married   I’ll hide my behavior with wine as my savior      But, oh, what beautiful things I’ll wear   What beautiful dresses and hair   I’m lucky to share his bed   Especially since I’ll soon be dead      Marry me, he said, god, he’s ugly, but fortune is ours   Running in the gardens enjoying men, women, and flowers    Then I break a glass and I slit my own innermost thigh   So that I can pretend that I’m menstru...well, unavailable   My life is arranged but this union’s deranged   So I’ll fuck who I choose for I’ve nothing to lose   And when master’s displeased I’ll be down on my knees again      Oh, what beautiful things I’ll wear   What beautiful dresses and hair   I’m lucky to share his bed   Especially since I’ll soon be dead      When dining on peacock I know I won’t swallow   Through balls, births, and bridge games I know what will follow   We’re coupled together through hell, hurt, and hunger   Or at least until husband finds someone younger   Yes, fertilization is part of my station   I laugh as he drabs me in anticipation   Of sons who will run things when I’m under covers   But whose children are they? Why, mine and my lover’s!      But, oh, what beautiful things I’ll wear   What beautiful dresses and hair   I’m lucky to share his bed    Especially since I’ll soon be dead   What beautiful things I’ll wear   What beautiful dresses and hair   I’m lucky to share his bed   So why do I wish I was...