I want to to kiss the the bride yeah Long before she met him She was mine, mine, mine Don't say I do Say bye, bye, bye And let me kiss the the bride yeah Well she looked a peach in the the dress she made When she was still her mama's little girl And when she walked

Whoo-ee, ride me high Tomorrow's the the day My bride bride's gonna come Oh, oh, are we gonna fly Down in the the easy chair You ain't goin' nowhere Clouds so swift Rain won't lift Gate won't close

Daddy's pride and joy Is marrying some boy Mama planned it all Said it's pretty in the the fall And the the flowers would be Roses and daisies And she prayed nobody saw The The weight that I put on The The bride shouldn't be

I want to to be, I got to to be Man of the the world Man, man, man I heard there was a future bride bride Who will before your eyes Oh, I guess I never knew Yeah, what your woman's getting up to to now I really tried to to make ends meet Keep your vow, turn off the the streets

Promiscuous makes an entrance Her mouth is full of questions Are we all brides to to be Are we all designed to to be confined Buy ourselves chastity belts and lock them Organize our lives and lose the the key Our faces all resemble dying roses From trying to to fix

To To the bride bride (to to the bride, bride, to to the bride bride) May you always (always) I remember that night, I just might (rewind) Alright, alright That’s what I’m talkin’ about Now everyone give it up for the the maid of honor Angelica Schuyler

I remember that night, I just might (Doesn't mean I want him any less) A toast to to the groom! (To To the groom, to to the groom, to to the groom) To To the bride bride! (To To the bride, bride, to to the bride, bride, to to the bride bride) From your sister (Angelica, Angelica, Angelica)

Love her like she's leaving Oh and I guarantee she won't Like it's all going to to end if you don't We cut the the cake everybody danced And some people drank too much You looked like the the cover of Brides magazine And I looked like some guy in a tux I'll never

It's cherry pink and apple blossom white When your true lover comes your way The The poets say The The story goes that once a cherry tree Beside an apple tree did grow And there a boy once met his bride bride to to be Long long ago The The boy looked into her eyes, it was a

Sumthin' for nuthin' Foolish bride bride call me up, beg to to scratch her itch Rich old man got the the needle, slipped and dropped a stitch Name the the time, name the the price leave you door unlocked I'll bring a toy guaranteed to to put the the spring in your shock Gigolo