Married in London

We’re married in London
But not in New York
Spain says we’re Kosher
The States say we’re pork
We wed in Toronto
The judge said «Amen»
And when we got home
We were single again
It’s hard being married
And living in sin
Sometimes I forget
Just which state I am in
Thank God I’m not Catholic
I’d be a mess
Trying to figure out
What to confess
My passport in Sweden
Says I’ve got a wife
Amsterdam tells me
I’m partnered for life
But back in America
Land of the free
I’m a threat to
The national security
If I were a frog
Here is what I would say
It’s hard being green
It’s hard being gay
But love has no color
And hearts have no sex
So love where you can
And bugger the rest