My Cousin Lyrics

Frida Hyvonen My Cousin

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?
Is that how much you like me?
Or is not even close?
I know my question doesn’t make sense at all
But, right now, somehow I need to know.