Her name is Sandra
She loves the camera
She lives a picture-perfect life
That her parents have made for her
The daughter of a small-town minister
Her model ambitions stay unknown
She fears what would happen if her cover was blown
The religion thing's just not in her heart
But to survive at home she must play the part
One night her parents think she's at a school dance
They don't know about a little romance cross-town she has
With a young photographer
And what he's promised her
Honor your mother
Honor your father
It gets harder each day to stop her
She never wanted to be
A preacher's daughter
She meets her best friend in the school parking lot
Gets her club dress and heels out of the trunk
Church garb stuffed behind the back seat
And puts some makeup on
The look is complete
They pull up to the club
No Shutterbug
Is waiting at the spot to rendezvous
A lump in her throat, no, it can't be right
This was going to be another special night
She didn't know that dad and his friends
Decided it best to take the offensive
And convey the sensation to her special friend
That in this town he shall never be seen again
Pleasing her mother
Pleasing her father
It's harder each day to try and stop her
Life is hard
As a preacher's daughter
His absence seems to magnify her longing
All she can think about is how she wants him
She wonders if he's hurt or even been murdered
And secretly fears that certain photos have surfaced
Two weeks later she discovers she's late
She starts taking money off the collection plate
From her view this goes one of two ways
She can stay and die or try to escape
Nobody knows the future she's facing
Her best friend drives her to the Greyhound station
She's headed to Chicago or some place where
She'll never be a girl in trouble again
Sandra's mother jumps when she hears the doorbell
Hoping it's her daughter's return to the Lord
Wringing her hands she fears the fires that burn
Her knees ache from praying for her daughter's return
Her valedictorian bright little girl
Everyone in town thought the world of her
So much to live for
Her mother never hears from her
And can't understand
How she was never happy there
Goodbye mother
Goodbye father
Heaven or hell is no longer her problem
She wants to forget her life
As a preacher's daughter
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Her name is Sandra
She loves the camera
She lives a picture-perfect life
That her parents have made for her
The daughter of a small-town minister
Her model ambitions stay unknown
She fears what would happen if her cover was blown
The religion thing's just not in her heart
But to survive at home she must play the part
One night her parents think she's at a school dance
They don't know about a little romance cross-town she has
With a young photographer
And what he's promised her
Honor your mother
Honor your father
It gets harder each day to stop her
She never wanted to be
A preacher's daughter
She meets her best friend in the school parking lot
Gets her club dress and heels out of the trunk
Church garb stuffed behind the back seat
And puts some makeup on
The look is complete
They pull up to the club
No Shutterbug
Is waiting at the spot to rendezvous
A lump in her throat, no, it can't be right
This was going to be another special night
She didn't know that dad and his friends
Decided it best to take the offensive
And convey the sensation to her special friend
That in this town he shall never be seen again
Pleasing her mother
Pleasing her father
It's harder each day to try and stop her
Life is hard
As a preacher's daughter
His absence seems to magnify her longing
All she can think about is how she wants him
She wonders if he's hurt or even been murdered
And secretly fears that certain photos have surfaced
Two weeks later she discovers she's late
She starts taking money off the collection plate
From her view this goes one of two ways
She can stay and die or try to escape
Nobody knows the future she's facing
Her best friend drives her to the Greyhound station
She's headed to Chicago or some place where
She'll never be a girl in trouble again
Sandra's mother jumps when she hears the doorbell
Hoping it's her daughter's return to the Lord
Wringing her hands she fears the fires that burn
Her knees ache from praying for her daughter's return
Her valedictorian bright little girl
Everyone in town thought the world of her
So much to live for
Her mother never hears from her
And can't understand
How she was never happy there
Goodbye mother
Goodbye father
Heaven or hell is no longer her problem
She wants to forget her life
As a preacher's daughter
She loves the camera
She lives a picture-perfect life
That her parents have made for her
The daughter of a small-town minister
Her model ambitions stay unknown
She fears what would happen if her cover was blown
The religion thing's just not in her heart
But to survive at home she must play the part
One night her parents think she's at a school dance
They don't know about a little romance cross-town she has
With a young photographer
And what he's promised her
Honor your mother
Honor your father
It gets harder each day to stop her
She never wanted to be
A preacher's daughter
She meets her best friend in the school parking lot
Gets her club dress and heels out of the trunk
Church garb stuffed behind the back seat
And puts some makeup on
The look is complete
They pull up to the club
No Shutterbug
Is waiting at the spot to rendezvous
A lump in her throat, no, it can't be right
This was going to be another special night
She didn't know that dad and his friends
Decided it best to take the offensive
And convey the sensation to her special friend
That in this town he shall never be seen again
Pleasing her mother
Pleasing her father
It's harder each day to try and stop her
Life is hard
As a preacher's daughter
His absence seems to magnify her longing
All she can think about is how she wants him
She wonders if he's hurt or even been murdered
And secretly fears that certain photos have surfaced
Two weeks later she discovers she's late
She starts taking money off the collection plate
From her view this goes one of two ways
She can stay and die or try to escape
Nobody knows the future she's facing
Her best friend drives her to the Greyhound station
She's headed to Chicago or some place where
She'll never be a girl in trouble again
Sandra's mother jumps when she hears the doorbell
Hoping it's her daughter's return to the Lord
Wringing her hands she fears the fires that burn
Her knees ache from praying for her daughter's return
Her valedictorian bright little girl
Everyone in town thought the world of her
So much to live for
Her mother never hears from her
And can't understand
How she was never happy there
Goodbye mother
Goodbye father
Heaven or hell is no longer her problem
She wants to forget her life
As a preacher's daughter
Writer: Glenn Erwin
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