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Well she looked a peach in the dress she made |
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When she was still her mama's little girl |
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And when she walked down the aisle everybody smiled |
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At her innocence and curls |
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And when the preacher said is there anyone here |
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Got a reason why they shouldn't wed |
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I should have stuck up my hand |
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I should have got up to stand |
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And this is what I should have said |
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I wanna kiss the bride yeah! |
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I wanna kiss the bride yeah! |
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Long before she met him |
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She was mine, mine, mine |
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Don't say I do |
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Say bye, bye, bye |
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And let me kiss the bride yeah! |
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Underneath her veil I could see a tear |
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Trickling down her pretty face |
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And when she slipped on the ring I knew everything |
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Would never be the same again |
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But if the groom would have known he'd have had a fit |
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About his wife and the things we did |
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And what I planned to say |
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Yeah on her wedding day |
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Well I thought it but I kept it hid |
