Texty: Good Life (The). Other. Always A Bridesmaid.

In a 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
All right
I could be the bride
I could be the bride"

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