Music Box
V1/ C/ V2/ C/ V3/ T

Verse 1
At seventeen she wants true love, tired of the lonely hearts club
Makes some calls and texts some friends, plans to have a great weekend  
Its Friday night time to party, paints her eyes and a smile
Bellybutton showing, tattooed shoulder glowing, ripped jeans, she’s in style 

She wants to be a grownup, put away the kid stuff, like the music box she used to play
A favorite song from long ago but she’s not listening today

CHORUS
It plays Jesus loves me this I know 
When she was a kid she loved it so
Grandma gave it to her years ago 
Her music box a family memento

Verse 2
Granny always tried to cheer her, feels as if she still can hear her
Sharing Christ and singing songs, without doubt her faith was strong
One Sunday night Grandma gave her the music box and smiled
Passing on tradition, bold in her conviction, told her she God’s child

She use to like kid stuff, but wants to be a grown-up, hushed the tune she used to play
A favorite song from long ago but she’s not listening today

CHORUS

Verse 3
When did it start to sound so dumb, that God would give His only Son
Skeptic now she hesitates, not sure what to make of faith
Its Friday night time to party, mom lectures her for a while
Asking all these questions, being the detective, feels like she’s on trial

Can’t they see she’s grown-up, packed up all her kid stuff, like the music box she use to play
With a favorite song from long ago but she’s not listening today

Tag 
But thanks to Grandma maybe she’ll listen again someday

©2009 angela dittmar
Angel Flower Music LLC
www.angelflowermusic.com