Old 97's

Old 97's - Borrowed Bride lyrics

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The hat on your head the ghosts before breakfast

The lump in your throat the name on her necklace

She's certain she'll never be caught

You can buy her things now but she'll never be bought



The cat on her mind the ring in her tan-line

The lowering lids the perfume is white wine

She's certain her karma is good

Glass houses won't burn but you know this would



So take her inside she's your borrowed bride

And you'll never guess how much she has not cried

Life comes apart at the seams it seems

Life comes apart at the seams



It rings only once when you sit down to dinner

You knew all was lost when she named you the winner

You are certain of nothing at all

Except that it's late but it's not the last call
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