Should I call you officer ‘Cause you're asking all the questions that I get at the border I know you want to file me away, With the girls who disappoint you every day I'm no better staring at your mouth Making other plans as the words come out It's hard to choose in a crowded room You're never satisfied with the one you're talking to And if I believe in Jesus Like a little girl in her Sunday dress And if I live forever like Elvis Would I be perfect? Well I'm not what I claim to be And I've heard you whispering when I leave We're all trying to leave no trace But somehow your life gets written on your face And if I believe in Jesus Like a little girl in her Sunday dress And if I live forever like Elvis Would I be perfect? And what am I gonna tell that little girl When she asks me what I left for her And what am I gonna tell that little girl When she runs home crying, it's a cruel, cruel world And what am I gonna tell that little girl That little girl I'm twenty-two and I've been through hell Where 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 Jesus Like a little girl in her Sunday dress And if I live forever like Elvis Would I be perfect?
Should I call you officer ‘Cause you're asking all the questions that I get at the border I know you want to file me away, With the girls who disappoint you every day I'm no better staring at your mouth Making other plans as the words come out It's hard to choose in a crowded room You're never satisfied with the one you're talking to And if I believe in Jesus Like a little girl in her Sunday dress And if I live forever like Elvis Would I be perfect? Well I'm not what I claim to be And I've heard you whispering when I leave We're all trying to leave no trace But somehow your life gets written on your face And if I believe in Jesus Like a little girl in her Sunday dress And if I live forever like Elvis Would I be perfect? And what am I gonna tell that little girl When she asks me what I left for her And what am I gonna tell that little girl When she runs home crying, it's a cruel, cruel world And what am I gonna tell that little girl That little girl I'm twenty-two and I've been through hell Where 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 Jesus Like a little girl in her Sunday dress And if I live forever like Elvis Would I be perfect?
