Shannon McNally
Shannon McNally
Shannon McNally
Shannon McNally
Shannon McNally
Shannon McNally
Shannon McNally
Shannon McNally
Shannon McNally
He proposed on a Wednesday they were married by Friday
She tossed her bouquet down the court house steps
Little girl caught it, caught it as it fell
She looked up at her sister and said I don't hear the bells
Aren't they supposed to ring?
Aren't they supposed to sound?
Don't we have a party now
Hasn't something just been found?
And we'll make it through
The first part of a broken heart
Yes we'll make it through
The worst part of a broken heart
What's this notion of forever for
If not to save you from one more slamming door?
So she called her best friend just to bitch for a while
Some how she always turns her tears into smiles
She said honey don't cry
He don't deserve you anyway
If it was that easy for him
To just walk away
And you'll make it through
The first part of a broken heart
Yes you'll make it through
The worst part of a broken heart
She lit a candle for her heart, a joint for her head
She poured herself a drink and she got back in bed
And she dreamed herself away, dreamed herself back
Dreamed herself in circles didn't have no heart attack
And when she woke up in the morning
She went right back to school
She didn't feel like some loser
She wasn't anybody's fool
And she made it through
The worst part of a broken heart
Yes she made it through
The worst part of a broken heart