A ring on the finger, it makes all the difference,
It feels just the same, which doesn't make sense,
I love her no more, I love her no less,
But she looked like a princess in that pretty white dress.
The stress is now over, that one special day
Disappeared like soap bubbles, floating softly away.
She's changed her last name, she's now Mrs Brooks,
But when I do wrong I still get dirty looks.
See nothing has changed, well, in that respect,
Not on the surface, anyway, that I can detect,
But I play with the band that encircles my finger,
And when I catch myself there's a smile seems to linger.
So was it all worth it? Well I show it with pride,
That gold circle on my finger, placed there by my bride
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