Lord have mercy on my soul

My father was a preacher my mother was a teacher
all I could remember from Sunday School
was the girl of my childhood crush 
Momma was praying for the class 
My eyes laid on her 
She would look up and smile 
Sorry lord 
have mercy on my soul 
Mm lord how mercy 
On my soul 

In the school yard
She dress like a tomboy 
All the other boys were 
Scared of her 
Called her names
On the basketball court 
Made sure I made my 
Free throws so i could be 
A team captain 
Mmm
I always chose her 
We all did not go to the same church 
Nobody seen her in her 
Sunday best but me 
Mmm
Lord have mercy on my soul 

on Sundays she wore her Sunday best
Usually in a flowery dress 
With her hair flowing 
Not in a messy bun 
Every elegant dress she wore 
match her dirty blonde hair 
mhm 
her eyes were brighter then
The sun beams rays glowing from 
The ocean, big and blue 
Stare to long you get hypnotized 
made me feel like 
i was standing in front of an angel 
mhm 
lord have mercy on my soul 

My father was a preacher
 my mother was a teacher 
all I could remember from Sunday School
Was my childhood crush 
at prayer time i pray with my eyes open 
 starring right at her
As we look up and smiled at each other 
lord have mercy on my soul
for my eyes and ears only gave attention
To her 
Momma always asked what taught bout
In class 
Momma you expect me to pay attention 
When an angel sitting in front of me 

Lord how mercy on my soul 

she sing in the choir 
she had the voice of an angel 
any given day 
she could change a sinners heart 
in school she was not the girl 
all the guys had crushes on 
Ask her out on formal dance 
She said yes 
Here we are friends still to this day
We laugh bout it 
Of course she always
Starts the conversation 
With remember when you 
Yeah yeah I remember 

Whoo 
Lord have mercy on my soul 
Ooo 
Lord have mercy on my soul 

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