Don't have to humble yourself to me
I ain't your judge or your king
Baby, you know you ain't no Queen of Sheba
We may not even have our own dignity, no
Baby we can choose you know we ain't no amoebas
But are you ready for this thing called love?
Don't come from you and me, comes from up above
I ain't no porcupine, take off your kid gloves,
Are you ready for this thing called love?
And you ain't some icon carved out of soap,
The ugly ducklings don't turn into swans,
And glide off down on the lake,
Whether your sunglasses are off or on,
You only see the world you make
Before the laws of God and laws of man I take you for my wife, yeah
To love, honour, cherish and obey,
Are you ready for it?
And are you ready for this thing called love?