No problem believing,
in what she can't understand or seeing
What she can't hold in her hand
Faith is her religion
You can see it in her eyes
When all the saints and the sinners,
stop to wave bye-bye
And the holy rollers,
come down from the sky
Chorus
She's got the heart of an angel,
but she cries like a little girl
She's got the heart of an angel
Well don't she cry, don't she cry, cry, cry
The sign sa