Bridal Wave
¶ 1
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I never buy her flowers
Unless you count a City rosette
I never buy her chocolate
‘Cos the soups a better bet
¶ 2
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She wants moonlight and music
She gets floodlights and obscene chants
I want goalmouth action
Followed by a bevy and game of darts
¶ 3
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But recently we got wed
The day went without a glitch
She became Mrs Football Mad
We were married on the pitch
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