Dalszöveg(Angol):

This day is going to be perfect.
The kind of day in which i've dreamed since I was small.
Everypony will gather round, see that I look lovely in my gown.
What they don't know is that I have fooled them all.

This day was going to be perfect.
The kind of day which I have dreamed since I was small.
But instead of having cake, with all my friends to celebrate, My wedding bells they may not ring for me at all.

I could care less about the dress I will partake and any cake.
Vows loving lying when I say.
That threw any kind of weather ill want us to be together.
The truth is that I don't care for him at all.
No I do not love the groom, In my heart there is no room.
But I still want him to be all mine.

Must escape before its too late, find a way to save the day.
Hope, ill be lying if I say.
I don't fear that I may lose him, to one that wants to use him.
Not care for love and cherish him each day.
For I oh so love the groom, oh my thoughts he does consume.
Ohh Shining armor, I'll be there very soon!

Finally the moment has arrived,For me to be one lucky bride.

Oh the wedding we won't make, He'll end up marrying a fake.
Shining Armor will be...

Mine, All mine!

Dalszöveg(Magyar):