valleys and streams For they're deep and they're wide and the world's on its side And time is running backwards and so is the bride Ring them bells St
The sweet pretty things are in bed now of course The city fathers they're trying to endorse The reincarnation of Paul Revere's horse But the town has
family includes you Even though you're warped and unattractive I see I've made you cry by saying here comes the bride There's always some sweet petticoat
Another bride, another groom Another sunny honeymoon Another season, another reason For makin' whoopee A lot of shoes, a lot of rice The groom is nervous
I saw you in your wedding gown the prettiest dress I came into the room that night and made such a mess In my own way I lovingly kiss the bride With your
I met the boy I'm gonna marry He's all I've wanted all my life and even more He smiled at me and then the music started playing Here comes the bride
the castle gate. They sang so high, they sang so low. The lady sate in her chamber late. Her heart it melted away as snow. They sang so sweet, they
can quit her job now, be his little bride He can get a local route and stay home by her side She can fix him roast beast and sweet potato pie He can
Near to Banbridge Town, in the County DownOne morning in July,Down a boreen green came a sweet colleen,And she smiled as she passed me by;Oh, she looked
weary sailors' sleep Roy Neal, he clasped his weeping bride And he kissed the tears away "Oh, love, 'twas a fearful hour," he cried, "When we left sweet
the ace. I had won her! My heart, which was down at my feet Jumped up to my throat in a hurry- Like a warm summers' day, she was sweet South Coast,
make a darling bride Reached in, pulled out your life Twisting in, twisting out the knife Paying for your past crime She'll make a darling bride
: Somebody get a preacher! Somebody bake a cake! Somebody get some shoes and rice and presents to take! Miss Piggy: Somebody get a sweet negilee! Singing
with our heads bowed down Flowers on the alter and a lady dressed in white And when the preacher said "Son you can kiss your bride" Sweet Mama cried
, go I, I?m not the bride, I?m not the bride I?m free, I?m free, I?m free, I?m not the bride
frozen and the laughter comes in cans And the lonely hearts club clientele don't know what to do with their hands You think that you'll be sweet to
't lie, dude I must be sticky 'cause them bitches got they eyes glued Young Money, baby, we the shit like fly food Y'all can't see us, like the bride
your glove And I hope that you'll be pleased for to grant me some love Oh it's already granted (and? ) I will be your bride For I love the sweet breath