ghost light
Mamma, I met God and I think I’m gonna marry him.
And Mamma, he didn’t tell me I had pretty eyes, but
Maybe he would if I painted them on the right color
And Mamma, I’ve never been beautiful before, but
Mamma, can you show me how if I sit still for you?
Mamma, I met God and he’s got stars in his smile,
And mismatched jawbones, and hair like a real halo
Mamma, I met God and his eyes are gold and green
And Mamma, my fingers don’t fit my hands anymore.
Mamma, it gets dark backstage after the curtain call.
Mamma, if you go, will you leave the ghost light on?