Here Comes The Bride

Here comes the bride Proud down the aisle; If she knew what I know She wouldn't smile. Here comes the groom Such a handsome gent; But I know his secret He's warped and he's bent. *(Refrain) Fountains of beauty Such a handsome pair; I hope someone told them To wash their pubic hair.* There stand the couple - See them plight their troth Shall I tell you something? I've had them both. There stands the priest, Dressed like a swell; He's nothing special: I've fucked him as well. *(Refrain) May blessings from Heaven Downwards descend; But don't let the best man Catch you if you bend.* **(Final Chorus) Here comes the bride Legs open wide She's no vestal virgin As I think I have implied.**

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