Sunday Morning

I hate these frilly socks
I hate these shiny shoes 
I hate this stupid dress
And I hate this Barbie jewelry 
It makes me feel so itchy 
This isn't me
I don't wanna be fancy 
for all these noisy people 
overwhelming me 
The preacher's up there yelling 
He's pounding on the pulpit 
driving his point home 
But he's scaring me 
I don't feel safe 
I don't feel okay 
I'm hiding in this pew
I'm staying close to you 
I won't go to kids' church 
And I'm not going in that class 
Don't leave me here by myself 
I don't trust these people 
I don't feel safe 
This doesn't feel okay 
I'm hiding in this pew
I'm staying close to you