Ken Cook
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It was twenty four years ago
I was hung-over and moving slow
But I was young and in my prime
Made it to the church on time
And we moved our love onto a higher new plateau
We had lived in what we heard some folks call sin
Three years we didn't care it brought us grins
And when the time felt finally right
We got over our stage fright
And merged our families into one big happy loony bin
Each anniversary reminds me I'm a lucky chap
To have a beautiful person such as her fall in my lap
Yet times my mind wanders adrift
Wondering if she feels that she got stiffed
On how I got such a prize and she got a such a sap
I was hung-over and moving slow
But I was young and in my prime
Made it to the church on time
And we moved our love onto a higher new plateau
We had lived in what we heard some folks call sin
Three years we didn't care it brought us grins
And when the time felt finally right
We got over our stage fright
And merged our families into one big happy loony bin
Each anniversary reminds me I'm a lucky chap
To have a beautiful person such as her fall in my lap
Yet times my mind wanders adrift
Wondering if she feels that she got stiffed
On how I got such a prize and she got a such a sap