That tight black dress she wore was made of demon wings
Every head in that church spun round to catch a glimpse of that thing
Wasn’t no sense in playin’ like she didn’t want to be seen
When the former Mrs Bobbi Jones became a Miss again.

Couldn’t look away, like watching a freight train crash
As she sashayed over and took the best-man’s glass
Raised it in the air, said “here’s to family and friends”
Then the former Mrs Bobbi Jones became a Miss again!

Let her long hair down, let it all hang out.
That slit in her dress showed us guys what thighs were all about.
We were caught in a game we knew only she could win.
When the former Mrs Bobbi Jones became a Miss again.

She hit that floor in the middle of their first dance,
Sliced through their cake before they ever even had a chance.
She brought that place down like a wreckin’ ball made of sin.
Said if he’d rather have her than me, honey good for him!

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INS – ½ solo

She said I’m gonna teach that lyin’ snake, cheaters never win.
Cause tonight you’re gonna make me feel just like a miss again!!

Let her long hair down, let it all hang out.
That slit in her dress showed us guys what thighs were all about.
I was caught up in a game I knew she was gonna win.
When the former Mrs Bobbi Jones became a Miss again.

Her charm put a spell on me – I had to give in.
When the former Mrs Bobbi Jones became a Miss again.