In pile of unpaid bills
Theres a letter sent from Philadelphia
In a familiar hand, she hasn't opened it just yet
Theres no telling what is says
Oh darling please, Im down on one knee

So why? Cant 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
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, hes still the same, hes still the same
no, hes nothing new, but he hasnt changed

always a bridesmaid, her friends all settled down
always a bridesmaid, she her bouquet on the ground
they snuck out for a cigarette
she said Maybe its 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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