The Bride

The day is finally here
 Theres 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
 Im so overcome that I could cry
 Im so happy
 Im not the bride
 Shes such a pretty thing
 She don't know anything
 Ain't gonna tell her that shes outta her mind
 The preacher asks the question
 No, I have no objection
 I do, I do, I want him outta my life
 Throw the rice and let those white dove fly
 O happy day
 Im not the bride
 I need some morcaine
 Throw the bouquet
 Pass the champagne
 Its time to celebrate
 Im gonna dance this night away
 O woah ya ya
 The groom is getting loud
 His new wife starts to shout
 O this is perfect
 It can only get better
 There fighting in the car
 Off to a real good start
 His mama's cryin, arent they lovely together
 Their driving away
 We wave them good-bye
 Close call
 Free at last
 Amen
 Hallelujah
 By the grace of God go wild
 Im not the bride
 Im not the bride
 Im free, Im free, Im free
 Im not the bride
 Thank God
 Mm bye bye now
 Good luck girl
 Your gonna need it
 Ha ha ha
 Ta ta