Frank and Mary
Married on a Sunday
Even Dad cried
As she threw the bouquet
Married on a Sunday
Even Dad cried
As she threw the bouquet
A swell reception
Chicken, ham and cray
No one saw them
As they slipped away
They won't stop once they start
Those skidding hearts
They won't stop once they start
Those skidding hearts
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See them kiss and cuddle
Matt or glossy
They're the perfect model
Frank can work hard
Mary's well connected
They could go far
With some fuel injected
They won't stop once they start
Those skidding hearts
They won't stop once they start
Those skidding hearts
Two years later
Mary's big, expecting
Frank does overtime
With his secretary
At the crossroads
There's a broken carriage
Blood and metal
Make the final marriage
They won't stop once they start
Those skidding hearts
They won't stop once they start
Those skidding hearts
They won't stop once they start
Those skidding hearts
They won't stop once they start
Those skidding hearts
They won't stop once they start
They won't stop once they start
They won't stop once they start
They won't stop once they start
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