How Come?

Can you please deny it?
The hard news in the press,
Spreading across the street,
Stripping me off my credits?
Can you please deny it?

You told me to be your protector,
I told you I'd be yours forever.
We told my mother, the rector
Who told your mum, to be clever,
How our dads should be told.

How come, how come now?
That you are getting married,
To but someone else from somewhere?
Can you please tell me it's a lie?
Because am still waiting for you.