I remember that day when you moved to town
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There was somethin' about the way
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Your hair fell in your face
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You asked me if I could show you around
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The moment almost slipped away
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Than I found the words to say
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Meet me at the little white church
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When the bells start ringing
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On Sunday morning
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I'll be in the back row
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With a wildflower in my hair
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And if we hit off we can talk about
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You taking me out next friday night
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But first
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Meet me at the little white church
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I spent the whole week wondering what to wear
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I needed more than my Sunday best
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So I bought me a brand new dress
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I still dream about your rebel smile
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The way your eyes cuts through the air
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And how you promised me right there
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You would meet me at the little white church
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When the bells start ringing
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On Sunday morning
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I'll be in the back row
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With a wildflower in my hair
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Since we hit off we can talk about
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You meeting my daddy next friday night
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But first
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Meet me at the little white church
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(yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
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It still feels like the very first time every time
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Baby when you're looking at me
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You can't blame a girl for dreaming
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And I'm dreaming one day
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You'll get down on one knee
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And say
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Meet me at the little white church
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In the middle of the summer
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On a Saturday night
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Start walking my way
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With you're momma's veil in your hair
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Cause you're the girl
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That I've been dreaming about
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And I don't have a lot to give you
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But I swear we're gonna make it work
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Oh, but first
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I'm gonna meet you
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At the little white church
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Meet me at the little white church
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I'll meet you at the little white church
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I'll meet you at the little white church
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Little White Church
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| Kira Isabella |
