Créditos
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Anthony John Scott
Songwriter
Letra
Wedding dress in the cupboard
You're running rings around me
Don't want to make light of it baby
But this I just can't see
Well there's holes in your dress
If it ain't damn obvious
Then I must confess
Dance by the light of the moon
Did you really think I would
Chance won't have me play the groom
Did you really think I would
Your playbook's a tragedy
Only comes to one one end
Me suited up with what suits you
No time for me to defend
I'm not cut out to be cut out
Beige cardboard stand up guy
I need a life on the wing
This bird's about to fly
Dance by the light of the moon
Did you really think I would
Chance won't have me play the groom
Did you really think I would
You're trying to play me like this damn guitar
Did you really think I would
Don't get me started down the aisle
Cause I really won't get too far
Baby, the only thing I want to have and to hold
Is this damn guitar
Dance by the light of the moon
Did you really think I would
Chance won't have me play the groom
Did you really think I would
Dance by the light of the moon
Did you really think I would
Chance won't have me play the groom
Did you really think I would
Written by: Anthony John Scott

