My Cousin

My cousin got married in a distant land
Wonder where, wonder how, wonder who.
And then she got married to another man
Again a love and new.
Now they have 3 girls spreading their light in the world
I sleep in their guestroom sometimes
When I pass through town.
I’m not the marrying kind, and neither are you
But still I am absurd enough
To ask you, if we were the marrying kind
Would it be my hand you’d ask for?
Would you be the dad of the children I most likely won’t have?
Is that how much you like me? Or is it not even close?
Oh, I know my question doesn’t make sense at all
Since we live outside the realms of yes and no I know my question doesn’t make sense at all
But, I know somehow I need I need to know
I know my question doesn’t make sense at all
Since we live outside the realms of yes an no
I know my question doesn’t make sense at all
But, I know somehow I need I need I need I need I need I need I need to know.