This folding chair's uncomfortable This flat beer is undrinkable And I could think of ninety seven places I'd rather be
Rumor around this town is that high-wasted wedding gown Is hot in month two, or month three
It was either gonna be A shotgun wedding or a shotgun You can't outrun your daddy
I'll give you a year-supply of cigarettes If they make it past Labor Day And I just saw the groom makin' out with the bridesmaid If she's still got a ring by Halloween I'll throw in a case of Crown This Bless of Union is doomed to go down Yeah, we're all taking bets While they're saying vows
I guess what happens one drunk night It can turn into a new life Trailer made for Jerry's spring-air episode
He spit in depth in a wine glass Staring at her momma's ass While the bride's praying at their secret don't-show
And her best friend in the pink dress Got a new hickie on her neck And we're all thinking how the heck does she not know
I'll give you a year-supply of cigarettes If they make it past Labor Day And I just saw the groom makin' out with the bridesmaid If she's still got a ring by Halloween I'll throw in a case of Crown This Bless of Union is doomed to go down Yeah, we're all taking bets While they're saying vows, vows
Maybe they'll make it But the stats say they won't So they'll say 'I do' At least until they don't
I'll give you a year-supply of cigarettes If they make it past Labor Day And I just saw the groom makin' out with the bridesmaid If she's still got a ring by Halloween I'll throw in a case of Crown Well, even the preacher's got a hundred on it now Yeah, we're all taking bets And I'm gonna win them cigarettes We're all taking bets While they're saying vows
Vows, vows, vowsTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
