Winning a skeleton's heart.
I've always thought butterflies were free,
Able to do whatever they please,
Which is what our Corpse Bride is right now,
No longer trapped by that husband-finding vow.
No, she's down in the Land of the Dead,
Able to rest her delicate head.
Without thoughts of marriage in her way,
All she can do now is rot and decay.
And meet the New Arrivals her friends would greet,
Acting like coming to the Underworld was a jolly good treat.
But why didn't she realise her true love was in front of her this whole time?
He was the one who could sing, dance, scat and come up with a good rhyme.
Bonejangles Skeleton was his name,
Jazz music was his game.
He was the one who kept the Land of the Dead in order,
The one who kept evil on the town's border.
And sure, sometimes he could be stupid and a fool,
But he's the one who would keep everything cool.
Emily didn't mean to fall for him,
She didn't know until she realised she thought everyone, but him, as kin.
No, he wasn't a father nor a brother,
And he certainly wasn't a sister, nor mother.
She could listen to him sing for an eternity,
Without having to pay money or fee.
No, she could visit him whenever she wanted,
Because, like two friends, they had bonded.
Now she wants to win his heart,
Without tearing their friendship apart.
Emily wants Bonejangles to be the man who vows to be by her side,
Let's face it,
There's always a happy ending for a Corpse Bride.