Derek Webb Wedding Dress
If you could love me as a wife
And for my wedding gift your life
Should that be all I’ll ever need
Or is there more I’m looking for
And should I read between the lines
And look for blessings in disguise
To make me handsome, rich and wise
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
I run down the aisle
Or I’m a prodigal with no way home
I put you on just like a ring of gold
And I run down the aisle
I run down the aisle to you
So could you love this bastard child
Though 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
By the call of lovers so less wild
That I would take a little cash
Over your very flesh and blood
'Cause I am a whore, I do confess
But I put you on just like a wedding dress
And I run down the aisle
I run down the aisle
Or I’m a prodigal with no way home
But I put you on just like a ring of gold
And I run down the aisle
I run down the aisle to you
Because money cannot buy
A husband’s jealous eye
When you have knowingly deceived his wife
So I am a whore, I do confess
But I put you on just like a wedding dress
And I run down the aisle
I run down the aisle
Or I’m a prodigal with no way home
I put you on just like a ring of gold
And I run down the aisle
I run down the aisle
Or I am a whore, I do confess
But I put you on just like a wedding dress
And I run down the aisle
I run down the aisle
Or I’m a prodigal with no way home
I put you on just like a ring of gold
And I run down the aisle
I run down the aisle to you
To you
