Try and stop, be my guide
Win some lose some, kiss the bride
I believe you, let me go
Kissers killers, eat the snow
There's a dichotomy I feel with you
If you take my hand I'll be yours true
Lessons take me all the while
If I listen closely I just might smile
You will be my bride Frankenstein
With my pretty white dress, you'll be mine
You will be my bride Frankenstein
With my pretty white dress, love is blind
Copyright 2003 by pauly hart
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