She walked down the aisle with all eyes on her and she glowed Someone chose her above all other women they had known I can only wonder what it must be like to be So perfect in a lover's eyes, the only one they see Well, it's never been me, the chosen one It's never been me If ever I see a chosen one I feel ugly I have never had a symbol, a vow or declaration Instead, I seem to inspire practical consideration It's difficult to say just what it is I think I've missed It's only one day in a white dress with a guest list But it's never been me, the chosen one It's never been me If ever I see a chosen one I feel ugly It's in every picture, his eyes intently fixed on her And it plays on my need to be anything to anyone Everybody sees me as a solitary entity But I long to be important to somebody It's a love of fairy tales that drives this guilty wish To walk serenely in front of family to collect my kiss And though this notion is as flawed as any I have learned I'd like to think that like the others, it's something I deserve But it's never been me, the chosen one It's never been me If ever I see a chosen one I feel ugly Oh will ever I be the chosen one Will ever I be The summer breeze is inconstant I'm ever so lonely Will ever I be a chosen one, will ever I be