As I turn the corner,
I catch your glance.
I can tell your nervous,
Your knees are shaking in your pants.

You, dressed in black,
I am in white.
All these people,
It's a beautiful sight.

My father and I,
Pause to stand.
As he hands away his baby,
To your trembling hands.

We say our vows,
And walk down the aisle.
Both of us rushing,
But both with a smile.

I have a diamond,
You have a band.
Both on the fourth finger,
Of our left hand.

Off in a limo,
We're off to play.
Off in a limo,
On our wedding day.
 
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