| It’s been a while since I’ve reached for that wedding dress
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| The one I always liked to wear, a girl’s just gotta look her best
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| It’s a timeless classic, basic cut
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| Some things just stay in style
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| Perfect for that special day and it looks so good going down the aisle
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| I’m ushered in, I take my place on the bride’s side of the church
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| And it fits me like a glove, holds me just tight enough
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| It’s nothing new, but it still turns heads
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| My little black wedding dress
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| My little black wedding dress
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| It’s been dry-cleaned for tears of joy and a champagne toast or two
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| Posed for pictures and never missed a dance with the best man and the groom
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| The organ starts, no wedding march
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| We stand and spin around
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| And it fits me like a glove, holds me just tight enough
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| It’s nothing new, but it still turns heads
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| My little black wedding dress
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| My little black wedding dress
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| Wish I’d never bought it as I’m hanging it in the closet
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| What I wouldn’t give tonight to trade it in for one that’s white
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| And fits me like a glove, holds me just tight enough
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| But until then, it’s just me, I guess
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| And my little black wedding dress
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| My little black wedding dress |