Purity Ring

Sixteen, purity ring

Don't let anybody touch you from your neck to your knees

Short dress, temptress

God forbid he slips his fingers up to God's best

Sneak out, lakehouse

You swore all you were gonna do is make out

You say it feels good, but it hurts

What was all the fuss about it being worth the wait?

You swear it was only one time

You swear you're gonna do right

God hears His people's cries

Like a cliche you're late

Lookin' up a clinic, then hitting erase

Mom's mad, drunk dad

You wish that you could tell em but they've already got enough sad

When is it considered a life?

When is it considered a lie?

God hears His people's cries

Next town, head down

Babysitting money and a blue gown

Freedom rings, picketer screams

Everybody seems to think they know the right thing

But you just wanna be kind

Yeah, you just wanna be kind

God hears His people's cries

Sixteen, purity ring

Don't let anybody touch you from your neck to your knees