You stand there as the room goes ‘round,
Watching it spin and turn.
People talk but you hear no sound,
For your ears seem to burn…
Your legs won’t do a thing you say..
It is a pitiful sight,
For there you stand while your knees sway,
Up and down… Left and right.
Your eyes are blurred… It’s hard to see.
Your brain can’t even think.
You wish you’d known how it would be..
Oh, could you use a drink!
Your face is white as a sheet…
Your hands begin to shake,
And if they don’t turn down the heat,
You’re sure that you will bake!
The misery is hard to bear,
But you will live through it.
So you’re nervous… What do you care?
Each day people do it!
Somehow, you do manage a smile,
Your heart pounds like a drum..
You start to think it’s all worth while.
Your great moment has come.
Now you will never be lonely.
You’ll have a happy life,
For you’ve helped your one and only….
Become your loving wife!
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Written for Ken Scott, who married a wonderful gal named Lynne
and found out, too late, that not only did he have to accept his wife’s
crazy Irish family, but also his wife’s even crazier best friend,
who happens to be me..
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