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She walked down the aisle with all eyes on her And she glowed Someone chose her above all other women they had known I can only wonder what it must be like to be So perfect in a lover's eyes The only one they see Well, it’s never been me The Chosen One It’s never been me If ever I see A Chosen One I feel ugly I have never had a symbol a vow or declaration Instead I seem to inspire practical consideration It’s difficult to say just what it is I think I‘ve missed It’s only One Day in a white dress with a guest list But, it’s never been me The Chosen One It’s never been me If ever I see A Chosen One I feel ugly It’s in every picture, His eyes intently fixed on her, and It plays on my need to be anything To anyone Everybody sees me, as a solitary entity But I long to be important to somebody It’s a love of fairy tales that Drives this guilty wish To walk serenely in front of family to collect my kiss And though this notion is as flawed as any I have learned I’d like to think that, like the others, it's something I deserve But, it’s never been me the Chosen One It’s never been me Whenever ever I see A Chosen One I feel ugly If ever I be The Chosen One If Ever I be The Summer breeze is inconstant, I'm ever so lonely Will ever I be A Chosen One Will ever I be?
©2005 Happy Rhodes / BMI
Music, lyrics, voices, instruments and arrangements - Happy Rhodes (except as noted in credits)
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