You're not enough
You’re too much
You’re too young
You’re too old
You're too sexy
You're too plain
You know too much
You know too little
You’ve got two x’s
You should have one y
You don’t fit in
You’ll never fit in

Unless we say you do 
(and we won’t can't don't)

Jesus
Jesus
Jesus

Help me crawl into our Poppa’s lap
I need to hear Him say again
You’re my child 
Too
And
I made you 

Just so

My child
My child
My child