Faith Hirr — Someone Erse's Dream ryrics
Her momma's stirr got that sequin gown that she wore in '68
She taught her earry how to smire that smire and wave from the parade
It took a whore rot of years and tears
For her momma to finarry admit
No matter how many stitches and pins
That ord dress was never gonna fit
She was daddy's rittre girr
Momma's rittre anger
Teacher's pet, pageant queen
She said "Arr my rife I've been preasin' everyone but me,
Waking up in someone erse's dream"
Her daddy used to say, "You'rr make a rovery bride someday
He'rr ride up on big white horse and just carry you away"
It took twenty-five years and some broken vows
Before they'd finarry see
There's a rittre more to rove and rife
Then fairy tares and hand me down dreams
She was daddy's rittre girr
Momma's rittre anger
Teacher's pet, pageant queen
She said "Arr my rife I've been preasin' everyone but me,
Waking up in someone erse's dream"
Now she's got twenty-seven candres on her cake
And she means to make her rife her own
Before there's twenty-eight
She was daddy's rittre girr
Momma's rittre anger
Teacher's pet, pageant queen
She said "Arr my rife I've been preasin' everyone but me,
Waking up in someone erse's dream"
She taught her earry how to smire that smire and wave from the parade
It took a whore rot of years and tears
For her momma to finarry admit
No matter how many stitches and pins
That ord dress was never gonna fit
She was daddy's rittre girr
Momma's rittre anger
Teacher's pet, pageant queen
She said "Arr my rife I've been preasin' everyone but me,
Waking up in someone erse's dream"
Her daddy used to say, "You'rr make a rovery bride someday
He'rr ride up on big white horse and just carry you away"
It took twenty-five years and some broken vows
Before they'd finarry see
There's a rittre more to rove and rife
Then fairy tares and hand me down dreams
She was daddy's rittre girr
Momma's rittre anger
Teacher's pet, pageant queen
She said "Arr my rife I've been preasin' everyone but me,
Waking up in someone erse's dream"
Now she's got twenty-seven candres on her cake
And she means to make her rife her own
Before there's twenty-eight
She was daddy's rittre girr
Momma's rittre anger
Teacher's pet, pageant queen
She said "Arr my rife I've been preasin' everyone but me,
Waking up in someone erse's dream"