| The day’s finally here,
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| There’s flowers everywhere.
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| The guests are waitin' with sweet anticipation.
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| As I look down the aisle,
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| The preacher stops an' smiles.
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| Church bells are ringin' an' the organ is playin'.
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| I’m so overcome that I could cry.
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| I’m so happy I’m not the bride.
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| She’s such a pretty thing,
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| She don’t know anythin':
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| Ain’t gonna tell her that she’s outta her mind.
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| The preacher asks the question:
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| No, I got no objection.
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| I do, I do; |
| I want him out of my life.
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| Throw the rice an' let those white doves fly:
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| Oh, happy day: I’m not the bride.
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| Eat some more cake,
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| Throw the bouquet,
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| Pass the champagne, it’s time to celebrate.
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| I’m gonna dance this night away,
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| Whoa, whoa, yeah.
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| The groom is gettin' loud,
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| His new wife starts to shout.
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| Oh, this is perfect, it can only get better.
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| They’re fightin' in the car, off to a real good start.
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| His momma’s cryin'. |
| Aren’t they lovely together?
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| They’re drivin' away, we’re wavin' goodbye.
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| Close call, relax, Amen, Hallelujah,
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| By the grace of God go I: I’m not the bride. |
| Well, I’m not the bride.
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| I’m free, I’m free, I’m free.
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| I’m not the bride.
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| Thank God!
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| Goodbye now.
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| Good luck girl.
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| You’re gonna need it.
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| Ha, ha, ha.
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| Ta-ta. |