I I'm a thinking girl . Who never considered god Never, in the sense you see considered him logically
So what do you do when you whittle him down To nothin' but a stone in the barren groud? What do you do when you whittle him down To nothin' but a memory from your home town? I go wild . With possibility I go wild . With my fragility But there's something in the stone There's something I just know I just know
Growing up there was a lot of praising A lot of singing to an empty heaven Growing up there was a lot of judging Yeah they could never get enough
So what do you do when you whittle him down To a way to win the white house now he's nothing but a clown what do you do when you whittle him down to your ticket into heaven with your bombs strapped down I go wild with fury I go wild with insecurity But there's something in the stone There's something I just know I just know
Plant a little seed in a baby, it's gonna grow grow grow Plant a little seed in a baby girl, it's sure to grow, it's sure to grow Well you plant a little seed in me And it's growing growing growing like a weed They sure did water me daily, cause fear's something I can eat I gotta take it up I gotta take it up I gotta take it up With the ones I love