Verse 1
Hair done, dress ironed
Sunday shoes lined by the door
Bible in hand, the other in my mama’s
Like she’s done a hundred times before
Smile at the greeters at the church front row
Small hands folded, head bowed low
Didn’t know it then, but I’d grow up fast
Had to or else I wouldn’t last
Chorus
Being a pastor’s daughter
They set me up for slaughter
A life on display, so pristine
But I never got to just be sixteen
Being a pastor’s daughter
They put me on an altar
In they’re whispers, stares, and demon eyes
Praying on Sunday then telling lies
Being a pastor’s daughter
(Was never just a daughter)
Being a pastor’s daughter
(Was never just a daughter)
Verse 2
Moved from town to town again
New pews, same eyes staring in
Every rumor felt like a warning light
Even when I did nothing, I learned to hide
Tears kept tucked to myself
Too scared to ask my mama for help
‘Cause mama’s smiling through it all
“You got to remember to stand tall”
Chorus
Being a pastor’s daughter
They set me up for slaughter
A life on display, so pristine
But I never got to just be sixteen
Being a pastor’s daughter
They put me on an altar
In they’re whispers, stares, and demon eyes
Praying on Sunday then telling lies
Being a pastor’s daughter
(Was never just a daughter)
Being a pastor’s daughter
(Was never just a daughter)
Bridge
Pastor’s daughters
Never get to be just daughters
You put us so high
Knowing that we can’t fly
What was the point of it all?
I still can’t see
Cause I’m 28 and
Still scared to just be me
Chorus
Being a pastor’s daughter
They set me up for slaughter
A life on display, so pristine
But I never got to just be sixteen
Being a pastor’s daughter
They put me on an altar
In they’re whispers, stares, and demon eyes
Praying on Sunday then telling lies
Being a pastor’s daughter
(Was never just a daughter)
Being a pastor’s daughter
(Was never just a daughter)
Being a pastor’s daughter
(Was never just a daughter)
Being a pastor’s daughter
(Was never just a daughter)
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