She came back and said to me "Well what do you think"
I said "I've made myself a fool
For the naughtiest girl in school"
How can I deal with this hurt I feel inside?
I tell it to the mother of the bride
I put on my suit and smile for the big day
But I couldn't watch as her dad gave her away
And as they solemnly said "You'll do"
Her mother said "That should have been you"
How can I deal with this hurt I feel inside?
I tell it to the mother of the bride
At the mercy of the moon
The boy who spoke too soon
She married him and destroyed all my hopes
Of a two-up, two-down, two point five
and a dish on the roof for the soaps
But I saw them at the hardware store
He looked boring and she looked bored
How can I deal with this hurt I feel inside?
I tell it to the mother of the bride
It's nice to know that someone was on my side
Best wishes to the mother of the bride.
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