bury me in the dress

Tell my mother she will be fine She will finally have a reason to cry At least now she will have the daughter Having her, is what she always wanted. So hand her the dress and let her dress me Big flowy ones, not the jorts, she wouldn't let me So go ahead, bury me in the dress Let her have her daughter back I won't need to be comfortable here I won't run around and deserve her glare Cus there's the world out there Where little girls dont fear stears.