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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