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