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Wedding Dress - Derek Webb
Written by：Derek Webb
If you could love me as a wife
For my wedding gift your life
Should that be all I ever need
Is there more I'm looking for
Should I read between the lines
And look for blessings in the skies
To make me handsome rich and white
Is that really what you want
'Cause I am a whore I do confess
I put you on just like a wedding dress
And I
Run down the aisle
Run down the aisle
I am a prodigal with no way home
I put you on just like a ring of gold
And I
Run down the aisle
Run down the aisle
To you
So could you love this bastard child
No I don't trust you to provide
With one hand in a pot of gold
And with the other in your side
'Cause I am so easily satisfied
With the call of a lover's soul as wild
And I would take a little cash
Over your very flesh and blood
'Cause I am a whore I do confess
I put you on just like a wedding dress
And I
Run down the aisle
Run down the aisle
I am a prodigal with no way home
I put you on just like a ring of gold
And I
Run down the aisle
Run down the aisle
To you
'Cause money cannot buy
A husband's jealous eye
When you have knowingly
Deceived his wife
So I am a whore I do confess
I put you on just like a wedding dress
And I
Run down the aisle
Run down the aisle
I am a prodigal with no way home
I put you on just like a ring of gold
And I
Run down the aisle
Run down the aisle
I am a whore I do confess
I put you on just like a wedding dress
And I
Run down the aisle
Run down the aisle
I am a prodigal with no way home
I put you on just like a ring of gold
And I
Run down the aisle
Run down the aisle
To you
To you
