Marriage is for single girls,
and single girls is what we are.
Tick tock goes the clock.
Tick tock goes the clock,
With ev'ry single second each day,
The time for getting married is passing.
Look how it's slipping away.
Right thru our fingers it's slipping away.
Right thru our fingers it's slipping-
away, away!
Going out with married men
May seem as if we've gone too far.
Tick tock goes the clock.
Tick tock goes the clock,
In spite of just how often we pray,
The time for getting married is passing.
Look how it's slipping away.
Right thru our fingers it's slipping away.
Right thru our fingers it's slipping -
away, away!
No one likes to live alone,
And all alone is what we are.
Tick tock goes the clock.
Tick tock goes the clock,
No matter what our mothers may say,
The time for getting married is passing.
Look how it's slipping away.
Right thru our fingers it's slipping away.
Right thru our fingers it's slipping -
away, away!
All of the other girls find
someone to care about,
from the time we start loving dolls, we're learning what love's about.
How long can we keep running around
till we run out of steam?
And while all of the other girls are
marrying men,
we're just left to dream!
