Hey little Missy
Donât think we wonât miss you
When you go out on the road
When you go out on the road
I know half of the story
Has never been told
Well, I heard youâre going up in California
Oh donât you think we wonât be praying for you
Oh donât you think we wonât be praying for you
Oh we canât do nothing but adore you
Hey little Missy
Donât think we wonât miss you
When you go out on the road
When you go out on the road
I know half of the story
Has never been told