Don’t say Yes, run away now I’ll meet you when you’re out of the church at the back door Don’t wait or say a single vow You need to hear me out And they said, Speak now Fond gestures are exchanged And the organ starts to play A song that sounds like a death march And I am hiding in the curtains It seems that I was uninvited by your lovely bride-to-be She floats down the aisle like a pageant queen But I know you wish it was me, You wish it was me, Don’t you?
Posted on: Sat, 13 Sep 2014 11:43:32 +0000
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