She says, Mom,
He is meant for me.
But she turns me on,
She turns me on.
And Ive worked long
To make you proud.
Ive turned my soul
Inside out.
And what is wrong
To be sorry for?
What is wrong?
Can you be sure
That God doesnt live here anymore?
Now dont feel gone,
Defeated or ashamed.
I feel strong.
Yeah, I feel strong.
And I think truth
Isnt easy to escape;
Not if its what you want,
When its what you want.
And what is wrong
To be sorry for?
And what is wrong?
Can you be sure
That God doesnt live here anymore?
Leaning into the turns,
And Im ready to learn.
She says, Mom,
Ive got a different mind.
But its not your fault.
And what is wrong
To be sorry for?
And what is wrong?
Can you be sure
That God doesnt live here anymore?
Anymore, anymore, anymore