In pile of unpaid bills   There's a letter sent from Philadelphia   In a familiar hand, she hasn't opened it just yet   There's no telling what is says   Oh darling please, I'm down on one knee      So why? Can't I be him, that guy in all your dreams?   The one with all those qualities, impossible to achieve   That man you thought I'd be   So flawless, so honest, that could never be me   Well that ain't me      There's some flowers on her desk,    Doesn't he know how embarrassed she gets, receiving gifts   She hasn't opened up her card   The bouquet it says it all, DAFFODILS with baby's breath    the same bouquet she caught on their first date   that night he was a king      he flew in town for business    and ended up at the wedding   they shared life stories, between drinks   she loved him so quickly, and left him just the same   yeah, he's still the same, he's still the same   no, he's nothing new, but he hasn't changed      always a bridesmaid, her friends all settled down   always a bridesmaid, she dropped her bouquet on the ground   they snuck out for a cigarette   she said “Maybe it's the whiskey sours, but I think this could be itâ€Â¦   â€Â¦if you ask me, here and now, I think, no I know, I could make   those wedding vows, we could sneak off in the night, andâ€Â¦   I could Be The Bride   I could Be The Bride   Alright, I could Be The Bride   I could Be The Bride      Ba ba ba da da    ba ba ba da da   Ba ba ba da da    ba ba ba da da   Ba ba ba da da    ba ba ba da da   Ba ba ba da da    ba ba ba, ba ba ba