the girl at the bar, has just one heart, to give away. You can tell by the look in her eyes, and the way she don't dance. All she wants and all she needs, is in the boys that hurt and the boys that tease, the marrying kind only give it all away just once, yes, the marrying kind, only give it all away just once. See her as she smiles, so shallow with a style, not quite her own, she grabs all the games she can hold, in her listless mind, she stands on the edge like an empty glass, pushed until she falls in a shatter and a crash, she's dumb, dull, damaged and blind, she's the marrying kind, you try so hard to forgive it all, one more time, you try so hard to see what's in her eyes, and to find what's in her mind, She feels like she's turned into a Barbie doll. Pictures of her pain on her bedroom wall, caught between the truth and a sheltered life, she's caught between a wedding and a suicide knife, Far away from the troubles you find, she comes to grips, she's the marrying kind, she's the marrying kind, she's the marrying kind.