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I remember that day when you moved to town |
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There was something 'bout the way |
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Your hair fell in your face |
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You asked me if I could show you around |
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The moment almost slipped away |
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Then I found the words to say |
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Meet me at the little white church |
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When the bells start ringing |
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On Sunday morning |
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I'll be in the back row |
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With a wildflower in my hair |
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And if we hit it off we can talk about |
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You takin' me out next Friday night |
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But first |
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Meet me at the little white church |
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I spent the whole week wonderin' what to wear |
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I needed more than my Sunday best |
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So I bought me a brand new dress |
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I still dream about your rebel smile |
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The way your eyes cut through the air |
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And how you promised me right there |
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You would meet me at the little white church |
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When the bells start ringing |
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On Sunday morning |
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I'll be in the back row |
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With a wildflower in my hair |
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Since we hit it off we can talk about |
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You meetin' my daddy next Friday night |
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But first |
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Meet me at the little white church |
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(Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah) |
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It still feels like the first time every time |
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Baby when you're lookin' at me |
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You can't blame a girl for dreamin' |
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And I'm dreamin' one day |
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You'll get down on one knee |
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And say |
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Meet me at the little white church |
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In the middle of the summer |
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On a Saturday night |
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Start walkin' my way |
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With your momma's veil in your hair |
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'Cause you're the girl |
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That I've been dreamin' 'bout |
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And I don't have a lot to give you |
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But I swear we're gonna make it work |
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Oh, but first |
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I'm gonna meet you |
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At the little white church |
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Meet me at the little white church |
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I'll meet you at the little white church |
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I'll meet you at the little white church |
