The Church Girl You see the her every sunday, A smile upon her face, A cheery personality, A supernatural grace. She sits down in her seat, Three rows from the back, Close enough to hear, But so she can't be seen cutting slack. Once it's time for break, The one before the class, She talks to all the older boys, Grinning at others when they pass. Everyone sees her innocence, But theres none there, Every Sunday she puts on an act, Because she makes herself care. She doesn't want to be there, In the church all run down, She'd rather be out, Walking around downtown. The things she's done, You'd never have guessed! All the rules shes broken, All the secrets she's kept. She's just waiting for the day, When she can flee, She'll never look back, A free spirit she'll be. Now if you're wondering, who this girl could be, I can tell you now, Yes, it is me.