Take the 227th exit

To my wedding day


And if you don't think

That you can make it

Well that's ok



Well you were crying

Because you read my dear John

And you were so stunned

It was the 227th letter

I wrote you last month



Well every proposal you got

Babe, you threw away

And you had so many lovers

That you didn't even know

All their names



And they would always

Think that I was the doorman

When they'd pass by

It didn't bother me

Until the 227th time



Standing on the bed

Looking like an ogre

I could get ugly too

Standing on the bed

Feeling just like Randy Johnson

I didn't know I could

Throw so hard



Well you were looking like a dope

Who left his keys inside

Running down the street

Asking god to restore your mind

And did you think that you could

Stop my wedding before it begun



Well it's the 227th entrance

We gotta run



Well it's the 227th entrance

We gotta run

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