All I Really Want

Is to fall in love with a nice boy. We'll buy each other matching silver rings, call up a temple; I'll wear my best dress, he'll wear his best suit, we'll smile for the cameras and go to a park with bright balloons everywhere and dance the night away to the most eye-roll inducing love songs we can find (Air Supply, The Carpenters, and Captain & Tennille I'm talking to you).

After all the hooplah is over we'll live in our tiny one room apartment, have a baby before we can afford it and call it happiness.