DALA SUNDAY DRESS

Should I call you officer

Cause you’re asking all the questions that I get at the border

I know you want to file me away,

With the girls who disappoint you every day

I’m no better staring at your mouth

Making other plans as the words come out

It’s hard to choose in a crowded room

You’re never satisfied with the one you’re talking to

And if I believe in Jesus

Like a little girl in her Sunday dress

And if I live forever like Elvis

Would I be perfect?

Well I’m not what I claim to be

And I’ve heard you whispering when I leave

We’re all trying to leave no trace

But somehow your life gets written on your face

And if I believe in Jesus

Like a little girl in her Sunday dress

And if I live forever like Elvis

Would I be perfect?

And what am I gonna tell that little girl

When she asks me what I left for her

And what am I gonna tell that little girl

When she runs home crying, it’s a cruel, cruel world

And what am I gonna tell that little girl

That little girl

I’m twenty-two and I’ve been through hell

Where did I go when I lost myself?

Where did I go when I lost myself?

Where did I go when I lost myself?

And if I believe in Jesus

Like a little girl in her Sunday dress

And if I live forever like Elvis

Would I be perfect?