Lyrics

On a Sunday afternoon While her daddy shouts that good news Under the steeple She's learning his to fill Watching her blood rise as it fills Up that needle Hell and Heaven in her arm Got her mother spinning yarn To all God's people And as quiet as she's kept Ain't nobody been fooled yet The whole world knows From the time that she was three Most anyone could see That girl was trouble And to her family's dismay Where they lead her, she would stray And she would struggle She showed up strung out and serene At her surprise Sweet Sixteen Not even humble Took a bite right out the cake Didn't say one word of grace The whole world knows Ooh The whole world knows You know secrets that exist In a town as small as this No need denying 'Cause she was never gonna be The kind of girl her mother need To keep from crying So she don't bother going far That's why she's in her daddy's car Busy with dying So let the church folks say "Amen" Act surprised by the end When the whole world knows Don't act surprised by the end Just let me rest and say "Amen" The whole world knows
Writer(s): Joseph Henry Burnett, Adia Victoria, Mason Hickman Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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