| 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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| I wanna 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
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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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| I wanna kiss the bride yeah!
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| I wanna kiss the bride yeah!
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| I wanna kiss the bride yeah!
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| I wanna kiss the bride yeah!
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| I wanna,
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| I wanna,
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| I wanna kiss the bride
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| Folks! |