Young girl, get into the line;
You're about to be wife 29.
You're just one girl
Of many young girls.

Wrapped in my arms, you're a woman;
In this sect, you are not a youth.
We non-"Gentiles" believe
You're old enough
To give me love.
It's been revealed to us as truth.

So, young girl, get into the line;
She prepubescents look mighty fine.
You're just one girl
Of many young girls.

You'll eschew perfume and makeup
You're not a baby in my eyes.
And so you go
Perhaps unwillingly. . .
Matrimony.
I have come now to claim my prize.

So, young girl, get into the line;
My love for you, some say's out of line.
They say young girls
Shouldn't hitch old churls.

Then I'll scurry on from a mama,
Who's an old woman; she's so far
Along in years--
Great grandma, 29,
She's past her prime.
You're her replacement, yes you are.

So, young girl, you look mighty fine
You're about to be wife 29.
You'll be stunnged, girl,
I'm quite well hung, girl.