She Doesn't Have To Shave - Squeeze

There at the altar I held up my head

The sun shone through the stained glass

I thought of Jesus I thought of my friends

The angels played on their harps

Me in my suit which doesn’t fit now

Touched by the greatest feeling

All of my family standing around

Outside the bells were peeling

Everyone happy but none more than me

The ring upon her finger

How the memory lingers

Outside the cameras caught every kiss

All covered in confetti

Little old ladies looking on as if

They had been made of jelly

Along came the cars the ceremony through

And off to the reception

Where everyone stands in pink and blue

A life long odd collection

When wedding bells chime