[EMMA]
I will be discreet
I'm not the type that keeps a diary
I know when to be fiery
Or plain placid

I won't look crushed
When you say your wife is pretty
Bright and very witty
Pass the acid

I won't cry at all when you walk right by me
I'd say you can't lose, you'd be a fool, come try me
I'm sure this can work out just right
Don't mind being the candle you sometimes light
Married man, yes we can
Yes we can, yes we can
Yes we can, yes we can