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Standing up in coral and cream
Watching you live out your dream
White dress flowing,
veil so long And your stomach's singing its own song
The organ plays, the guests aren’t rushed A gurgle rises above the
hush During vows and promises,
love and trust Your belly calls its own,
it must... You blushed so hard when it rumbled loud Louder than
your "I do" vow
Everyone laughed, the tension broke Then you turned to me and you
spoke:
"Best lady, won't you give it a pat?
She's going right in here,
my beautiful bride Tucked beneath the satin and lace"
Your fiancée turned red as grapes Give it a pat,
give it a rub
Bless my belly for when it’s her tub Everyone's welcome,
don't be shy The more the merrier,
my oh my
So I stepped up in front of them all Guests in pews,
assembled hall
Placed my hand where her gurgles rumbled tight Saw her fiancée blush
with pride
The other bride,
the
one to be inside
Kissed her gentle, satisfied
You held her gaze,
your cheeks so red
"I've got my love," she said,
"well-fed"
Who needs wedding cake when you've got this?
A blissful gift you cannot miss A reception in the truest sense
So intimate…
"Best lady, won't you give it a pat?
She's going right in here,
my beautiful bride Tucked beneath the satin and lace" Your fiancée turned
red as grapes Give it a pat,
give it a rub Bless my belly for when it’s her tub
Everyone's welcome, don't be shy
The more the merrier,
my oh my
To have and to hold… (Echoing giggle) You may now eat the
bride