The Bus Stop Song (A Paper of Pins)

I’ll give to you a paper of pins
And that’s the way our love begins
If you will marry me, me, me If you will marry me
I’ll give to you a feathery bed
With downy pillows for your head
If you will marry me, me, me If you will marry me But you don’t want my paper of pins
And you don’t want my feathery bed
You want my house and money instead
That is plain to see
Well here they are take everything