It’s late in the evening; she’s wondering what clothes to wear.

So Marie is getting married. Actually I am not surprised. She’s probably more ready for it than anyone else I know. Weird, how this protective way of thinking kicks in. (is she really ready, isn’t she too young…) – blah, I guess everyone’s ready when they feel they are.

It’s time to go home now and I’ve got an aching head,
So I give her the car keys and she helps me to bed.
And then I tell her, as I turn out the light,
I say, “My darling, you were wonderful tonight.
Oh my darling, you were wonderful tonight.”

Best of luck.

I believe.