My (G)lit tle girl

met a (D)new friend

(C)just the oth er day

on the (G)play ground at school

be tween the (C)tires and the swings.

But she came (D)home with tear filled

eyes,

when she (G)said to me, “Dad dy,

A lys sa (C)lies.”

Well, I just (D)brushed it off at

first,

’cause I did n’t know how much my (C)lit tle girl had been hurt

or the things that she had

seen.

I was n’t (G)read y

when I (D)said,

“You can tell (C)me.”

And she said,

“A lys sa (G)lies

to the class room,

A lys sa (C)lies

ev ’ry day at school.

A lys sa (G)lies

to the teach ers

as she (C)tries

to cov er ev ’ry bruise.”

My (G)lit tle girl

laid her (D)head down

that (C)night to go to sleep.

As I stepped out the room, I (D)heard her say

a (C)prayer so soft and sweet.

“God bless (D)my mom and my

dad

and (G)my new friend A lys sa.

Oh, I (C)know she needs you bad be cause A lys sa

I had the worst

night of sleep in years,

as I (G)tried to think of a way to calm her

fears;

I knew ex act ly what I had to do.

But when we (G)got to school on Mon day, I heard the (D)news.

My (G)lit tle girl

asked (D)me why

ev ’ry (C)bod y looked so sad.

The (G)lump in my throat grew (D)big ger with ev ’ry (C)ques tion that she asked

un til I felt the tears run down my

face

and I (G)told her that A lys sa

would n’t (C)be at school to day.

’Cause she does n’t (G)lie

in the class room,

she does n’t (C)lie

an y more at school.

A lys sa (G)lies

with Je sus

be cause there’s (C)noth ing

that an y one would do.

Tears (D)filled my eyes

when my (Em)lit tle girl asked

me why

A lys sa lies.

Oh, Dad dy, oh, Dad dy, tell me why

A lys sa lies.