Sunday Dress – Dala – letras

Should I call you officer‘Cause you’re asking all the questions that I get at the borderI know you want to file me away,With the girls who disappoint you every dayI’m no better staring at your mouthMaking other plans as the words come outIt’s hard to choose in a crowded roomYou’re never satisfied with the one you’re talking toAnd if I believe in JesusLike a little girl in her Sunday dressAnd if I live forever like ElvisWould I be perfect?Well I’m not what I claim to beAnd I’ve heard you whispering when I leaveWe’re all trying to leave no traceBut somehow your life gets written on your faceAnd if I believe in JesusLike a little girl in her Sunday dressAnd if I live forever like ElvisWould I be perfect?And what am I gonna tell that little girlWhen she asks me what I left for herAnd what am I gonna tell that little girlWhen she runs home crying, it’s a cruel, cruel worldAnd what am I gonna tell that little girlThat little girlI’m twenty-two and I’ve been through hellWhere 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 JesusLike a little girl in her Sunday dressAnd if I live forever like ElvisWould I be perfect?