Little White Church (Kira Isabella)

I remember that day when you moved to town There was somethin' about the way Your hair fell in your face You asked me if I could show you around The moment almost slipped away Than I found the words to say Meet me at the little white church When the bells start ringing On Sunday morning I'll be in the back row With a wildflower in my hair And if we hit off we can talk about You taking me out next friday night But first Meet me at the little white church I spent the whole week wondering what to wear I needed more than my Sunday best So I bought me a brand new dress I still dream about your rebel smile The way your eyes cuts through the air And how you promised me right there You would meet me at the little white church When the bells start ringing On Sunday morning I'll be in the back row With a wildflower in my hair Since we hit off we can talk about You meeting my daddy next friday night But first Meet me at the little white church (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah) It still feels like the very first time every time Baby when you're looking at me You can't blame a girl for dreaming And I'm dreaming one day You'll get down on one knee And say Meet me at the little white church In the middle of the summer On a Saturday night Start walking my way With you're momma's veil in your hair Cause you're the girl That I've been dreaming about And I don't have a lot to give you But I swear we're gonna make it work Oh, but first I'm gonna meet you At the little white church Meet me at the little white church I'll meet you at the little white church I'll meet you at the little white church