You were the one that never got picked.
Almost like the girl at an invitational dance.
You were the one always chosen last.
Similar to the child's football player with limited skills.

Look at you now.
You are the envy of various ladies in town.
Those that were, is trying to be.
Those that claim to be, never amounted to anything.

So, look at you now.
You're respected in important corners around.
It's not that you changed.
In several truths, you're still the same.

You didn't adjust to fit in the "in group" squad.
You stayed yourself.
Which wasn't all that hard.
Cause you always been yourself.

Now, look at you.
You're the prettiest bride around.