The Poor Poor Dress

[Verse 1]
So many people they are busting the doors
From the east and the west and the global shores
The chef’s got the platters piled up high
And the wedding band is making us fly
You looked like an angel when you walked down the aisle
Pure white silk and a holy smile
But the old crew’s laughing at the corner bar
And the party’s starting up where the church pews are

 

[Chorus]
Oh, look at that poor, poor dress!
It started out a miracle, it ended a mess!
Spinning on the floor till the clock strikes two
Stepped on by a loafer and a cowboy shoe
Tool is ripping, the train's on fire
Grandma’s cheering on a dancing choir
Bless the bride, but Lord confess
Heaven help the soul of that poor, poor dress!

 

[Verse 2]
It’s past midnight and the aunties scream
We’re tearing up the silk, we're ripping at the seam
Somebody’s spilling a glass of red wine
But you’re laughing so hard that you say "It’s fine!"
The old folks are sleeping right in their chairs
They tell us we should leave but nobody cares
I looked at the manager, yelled through the door
"If they’re falling asleep, drag 'em to the dance floor!"

 

[Chorus]
Oh, look at that poor, poor dress!
It started out a miracle, it ended a mess!
Spinning on the floor till the clock strikes two
Stepped on by a loafer and a cowboy shoe
Tool is ripping, the train's on fire
Grandma’s cheering on a dancing choir
Bless the bride, but Lord confess
Heaven help the soul of that poor, poor dress!

 

[Bridge]
It was made for a magazine, tailor-made tight
It was made to be pristine, holy and white
But a wedding night don't care about style—
We measure our love by the tear and the mile!

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[Outro]
[Music fades fast, acoustic picking]
Two AM and the lights come on
The high heels are broken, the guests are all gone
You’re holding up the hem, looking back at me
A beautiful, chaotic piece of history
Poor, poor dress