| Her momma’s still got that sequin gown that she wore in '68
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| She taught her early how to smile that smile and wave from
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| The parade
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| It took a whole lot of years and tears
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| For her momma to finally admit
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| No matter how many stitches and pins
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| That old dress was never gonna fit
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| She was daddy’s little girl
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| Momma’s little angel
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| Teacher’s pet, Pageant queen
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| She said, «All my life I’ve been pleasin' everyone but me,
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| Waking up in someone else’s dream»
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| Her daddy used to say, «You'll make a lovely bride someday
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| He’ll ride up on a big white horse and just carry you away»
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| It took twenty-five years and some broken vows
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| Before they’d finally see
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| There’s a little more to love and life
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| Than fairy tales and hand me down dreams
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| (Repeat chorus)
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| Bridge:
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| Now she’s got twenty-seven candles on her cake
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| And she means to make her life her own
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| Before there’s twenty-eight
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| (Repeat chorus) |