family in a tiny class town
Three girls raised by the preacher,
I was the little class clown
Sundays we spent praising
Jesus, something special between us
You told me to sit pretty and
Put your hands together for
But I just wanted to be a child with
muddy hands and dirty feet
I just want it to be, yeah, yeah, yeah
That's why she's sleeping in
Now I was the one in the family
Who dared to be so different
I got in trouble just about every day,
They tied a ribbon in my hair
And told me I should be aware
That everybody's watching me
That's why she's sleeping
I'm still a little scared
I still don't think nobody
really cares or gives a damn
So I'm gonna show you who I am, yeah
I am this child, I know where I'm from
I can't stand feeling down
That's why she's sleeping
I can't stand feeling down
I spot you sleeping in the playground
I can't stand feeling down
That's why she's sleeping, that's why she's sleeping,
that's why she's sleeping in the