M1/4: Matchmaking Meeting. ISRC-CB-GWT-26-00286

[Verse 1 — Male] Matchmaking again, the tension builds, Everybody's smiling, nobody's still. There's a family fortune under every tree, And a price tag waiting just for me. They dragged me in at the last minute, "Just be polite and sit up straight." A mansion full of expectations— I was already planning my escape. [Chorus — Male] Oh, you want a pretty face With long hair falling down, A perfect little lady In a perfect little gown. But her mother starts the grilling, "How much money do you make?" "How many houses? What investments?" "How much can you undertake?" Wake up, Madam! I'm here by accident— I wasn't even meant to come! [Verse 2 — Male] Then their daughter walked downstairs, Jeans and shirt, without a care. She looked at me, I looked at her— Well, nothing like her mother! She talked and talked, I played along, Trying hard to get something wrong. Then Mother called her from the room, "Come here, dear. We need to talk." I heard the verdict through the door: "His wealth is nowhere near our floor." Well, thank you, Madam, what a relief— You've just delivered me from grief! [Chorus — Male / Ensemble] Oh, you want a pretty face With long hair falling down, A perfect little lady In a perfect little gown. But her mother starts the grilling, Counting every dime and cent. "Show us all your deeds and assets!" "Tell us where your money went!" Wake up, Madam! I'm here by accident— I wasn't even meant to come! [Bridge — Instrumental / Male Shouts] [Banjo — frantic solo, very fast] [Pedal steel — wild falling slide] Whoa! Easy there! Keep your composure! [Verse 3 — Male] I've got a blueprint for tomorrow, I've got dreams I want to chase. A transaction isn't marriage, And a contract isn't grace. So I left that house behind me, Nothing much to say or do— Then she ran out to my car door And waved goodbye to me. She smiled like she knew a secret, I smiled and looked away. Maybe this strange matchmaking meeting Wasn't quite a waste of day. [Final Chorus — Male / Ensemble] Oh, you wanted wealth and status, You wanted everything just right. But love was never on the checklist, And numbers can't decide. So keep your bridal fortune, Keep your mansion and your gold. I wasn't looking for a marriage That somebody else had sold! [Outro — Male] Yeah, I was gone... And maybe I should've asked her To meet me on her own. The bridal price was much too high— But she never knew... Maybe I'd have asked her twice. [Final frantic banjo hit] Male: Hee-hee!

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