My Cousin کے بول

My cousin got married in a distant land Wonder where, wonder how, wonder who And then she got married to another man Again a love and new Now they have three girls Spreading their light in the world I sleep in their guestroom sometimes When I pass through town I'm not the marrying kind, and neither are you But still I am absurd enough To ask, you if we were the marrying kind, Would it be my hand you'd ask for? Would you be the dad of the children I most likely won't have? Is that how much you like me? Or is it not even close? Oh, I know my question doesn't make sense at all Since we live outside the realms of yes and no I know my question doesn't make sense at all But I know somehow I need, I need to know I know my question doesn't make sense at all Since we live outside the realms of yes an no I know my question doesn't make sense at all But I know somehow I need, I need, I need I need, I need, I need to know