| She walked into town in a long white gown
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| And the band played on with no one around
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| And the rice was gone hours ago
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| And the white wheeled limousine’s standing alone
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| Well, they met at the club where the brasses blow
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| Where the wine did flow, oh, he moved so slow
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| But finally one night as the wind stood still
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| Het got up the nerve and she said «I will»
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| The day did come and the groomsmen arrived
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| Came a little early to go over their lines
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| As they walked to the church on the cobblestones
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| Was heard in the bushes a moan and a groan
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| Well, she walked into town in a long white gown
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| And the band played on with no one around
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| And the rice was gone hours ago
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| And the white wheeled limousine’s standing alone
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| She didn’t want to think that she lived a lie
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| There was always talk of a wandering eye
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| He’d come to the club abd he’d look all around
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| It took a fair-minded man not to wonder aloud
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| Well, she walked into town in a long white gown
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| And the band played on with no one around
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| And the rice was gone, oh hours ago
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| And the white wheeled limousine’s standing alone
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| And the father of the bride is drinking so slow |