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For the big occasion She's lost a pound or two Last minute jitters playing out Something borrowed, something blue Posies for the bridesmaids Flower in her hair The thought of all those people Gets her feeling scared Roller waiting, protocol demands Be ten minutes late Line up for some memories By the old lych gate Holding back tears of joy She glides the aisle in a daze Nervous smiles exchanged As the ***** plays A moment's pause, new shoe shuffle Children struggle to behave Baby words da da da Echo down the nave No impediments are known As far as we can see No one shouts out from behind Yeah, it should have been me! In the nearby meadow The big marquee awaits Congregation filters back Through the old lych gate The groom pays sincerest thanks To everyone he should The best man airs embarrassments As we knew he would The band strikes up, as they dance The car is 'modified' Lipstick on the window Cans and balloons are tied It's not a worn out cliche As the night winds down they realise They really have just lived through The best day of their lives
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Aug 3, 2013
Aug 3, 2013 at 4:40 AM UTC
Wedding season
For the big occasion She's lost a pound or two Last minute jitters playing out Something borrowed, something blue Posies for the bridesmaids Flower in her hair The thought of all those people Gets her feeling scared Roller waiting, protocol demands Be ten minutes late Line up for some memories By the old lych gate Holding back tears of joy She glides the aisle in a daze Nervous smiles exchanged As the ***** plays A moment's pause, new shoe shuffle Children struggle to behave Baby words da da da Echo down the nave No impediments are known As far as we can see No one shouts out from behind Yeah, it should have been me! In the nearby meadow The big marquee awaits Congregation filters back Through the old lych gate The groom pays sincerest thanks To everyone he should The best man airs embarrassments As we knew he would The band strikes up, as they dance The car is 'modified' Lipstick on the window Cans and balloons are tied It's not a worn out cliche As the night winds down they realise They really have just lived through The best day of their lives
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Aug 3, 2013
Aug 3, 2013 at 4:40 AM UTC
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