Well she looks too young to know right from wrong. She sleeps all day 'cause the nights are long. She's no angel. And her Mommy thinks she's a good little girl. But she knows too well the wicked
SAINT PETER. Dearly beloved, it is my pleasure to say unto thee. Welcome to Heaven, oh-oh. Where the virtuous reside 24/7, oh-oh. People are happy that they died. 'Cause here we got no worries, got no