| In a little town of Appleton the gossips growin' strong |
| It started Wednesday afternoon when she first came along |
| Her dress was short and her heels were high |
| and tongues were waggin' shame |
| and they don’t even know her name |
| She wore her hair in high fashion style |
| her hips they gently swayed |
| Every man in Appleton wouldn’t turn their eyes away |
| but the women turned their noses high |
| and phones began to ring |
| and they didn’t even know her name |
| By Saturday the high fashion girl |
| was the gossip of the town |
| men were talking passion talk |
| women were putting her down |
| Noone thought to ask, the where of why she came |
| and they don’t even know her name |
| Early Sunday morning the church bells began to chime |
| every one was hurryin' to make the church on time |
| and they got the biggest shock |
| that Sunday morning of their lives |
| for the short dress high heel fashion girl |
| was the brand new preacher’s wife |
| and they don’t even know her name |