In pile of unpaid bills

There's a letter sent from Philadelphia

In a familiar hand, she hasn't opened it just yet

There's no telling what is says

Oh darling please, I'm down on one knee



So why? Can't I be him, that guy in all your dreams?

The one with all those qualities, impossible to achieve

That man you thought I'd be

So flawless, so honest, that could never be me

Well that ain't me



There's some flowers on her desk, 

Doesn't he know how embarrassed she gets, receiving gifts

She hasn't opened up her card

The bouquet it says it all, DAFFODILS with baby's breath 

the same bouquet she caught on their first date

that night he was a king



he flew in town for business 

and ended up at the wedding

they shared life stories, between drinks

she loved him so quickly, and left him just the same

yeah, he's still the same, he's still the same

no, he's nothing new, but he hasn't changed



always a bridesmaid, her friends all settled down

always a bridesmaid, she dropped her bouquet on the ground

they snuck out for a cigarette

she said “Maybe it's the whiskey sours, but I think this could be it…

…if you ask me, here and now, I think, no I know, I could make

those wedding vows, we could sneak off in the night, and…

I could Be The Bride

I could Be The Bride

Alright, I could Be The Bride

I could Be The Bride



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