The Bride
The day is finally here
There's flowers everywhere
The guests are waiting with sweet anticipation
As I look down the aisle
The preacher starts to smile
Church bells are ringing and the organ is playing
I'm so overcome that I could cry
I'm so happy, I'm not the bride
She's such a pretty thing
She don't know anything
Ain't gonna tell her that she's out of her mind
The preacher asks the question
No I have no objection
I do, I do, I want him out of my life
Throw the rice and let those white doves fly
Oh happy day, I'm not the bride
Eat some more cake, throw the bouquet
Have some champagne, it's time to celebrate
I'm gonna dance this night away
Oh, whoa, yeah
The groom is getting loud
His new wife starts to shout
Oh this is perfect, It could only get better
They're fighting in the car, off to a real good start
His mama's crying, aren't they lovely together
They're driving away, we're waving goodbye
Close call, free at last, Amen, Hallelujah
By the grace of God oh I
I'm not the bride
No, I'm not the bride
I'm free, I'm free, I'm free, I'm not the bride
Oh Thank God
Bye bye now
Good luck girl, you're going to needed it
Ta ta