Sweet Cries of a Canary

Shut your mouth, baby, stand and deliver
Holy hands, oh, they make me a sinner
Like a river, like a river
Shut your mouth and run me like a river
Choke this love ’til the veins start to shiver
One last breath ‘til the tears start to wither
Like a river, like a river
Shut your mouth and run me like a river

An arranged marriage different from others.