The Daughters (feat. Nicola Mitchell)

Oh girl, wash your face 'fore you come to the table

Girl, know your place, be willing and able

Take it on the chin, let the best man win

Girl, shoulders back and stand up straight

Girl, watch your mouth and watch your weight

Mind your manners, smile for the camera

And pose like a trophy on a shelf

Dream for everyone but not yourself

I've heard of God the Son and God the Father

I'm still looking for a God for the daughters

Girl don't be weak and don't be strong

Say what you want just as long

As you nod your head with your lipstick on

And pose like a trophy on a shelf

And dream for everyone but not yourself

we've heard of God the Son and God the Father

we're just looking for a God for the daughters

Wash the dishes, feed the kids and clean up all this mess

Do my best, forgive myself and look good in this dress

Damn I look good in this dress

We're just looking for a god for the daughters

and the sisters

and the mothers

for the daughters

And pose like a trophy on a shelf

dream for everyone but not myself

we've heard of God the Son and God the Father

And oh how we love our Father

we're just looking for a God for the daughters

we're just looking for a God for the daughters