Wedding Dress

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