| I saw your picture in the paper Sunday mornin'
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| Lord, you sure looked pretty in your gown
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| The smile you were wearing, was the one I remember
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| And your hair was never prettier except when it was down
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| Yeah, I saw your picture in the paper Sunday mornin'
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| And to say the least it took me by surprise
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| I must’ve sit and looked at it for, Lord I don’t know how long
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| Just thinkin' what was goin' on behind those eyes
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| I read the whole description
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| About the music and the bridesmaids
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| Huh, I’ll bet your daddy threw a fit
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| When he had to get dressed up in that tux and tie
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| And I noticed where your sister came home from Texas
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| I know you were glad to see her
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| And knowin' your mama, she probably cried
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| But then so did I
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| I saw your picture in the paper Sunday mornin'
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| By then the honeymoon was almost through
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| So now you’ve made your bed and I hope you lie well in it
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| And I hope you’ll both be happy, you see I still lie well too
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| I saw your picture in the paper Sunday mornin' |