Derek Webb Follow

If you could love me as a wife
And for my wedding gift, your life
Should that be all I'll ever need
Or is there more I'm looking for

And should I read between the lines
To look for blessings in disguise
To make me handsome, rich and wise
Is that really what you want

'Cuz I am a whore, I do confess
Put you on just like a wedding dress
And I run down the aisle
Run down the aisle

I'm a prodigal with no way home
I put you on just like a ring of gold
And I run down the aisle
Run down the aisle to you

So could you love this bastard child
Though I don't trust you to provide
With one hand in a pot of gold
And with the other in your side

'Cuz I am so easily satisfied
By the call of lovers less wild
That I would take a little cash
Over your very flesh and blood

'Cuz I am a whore, I do confess
Put you on just like a wedding dress
And I run down the aisle
Run down the aisle

I'm a prodigal with no way home
I put you on just like a ring of gold
And I run down the aisle
Run down the aisle to you

Because money cannot buy
A husband's jealous eye
When you have knowingly deceived his wife

So I am that whore, I do confess
Put you on just like that wedding dress
And I run down the aisle
I run down the aisle

I'm a prodigal with no way home
I put you on just like that ring of gold
And I run down the aisle
Run down the aisle to you, to you