Anne H. Matheson was 21 years old and still unwed.
At church she suffered coarse remarks
And forced a smile and promised mother, "soon."
Once her junior year at BYU Anne met a boy like her.
They ran into the hills, seen by stars made love
He saw her breasts, he saw her brains.
And so they told him, "You should be scared of her."
Her friends were unprepared.
She'd been a smart and energetic girl.
The note left no excuse,
And so they searched in vain the mountain side
For her corpse.
Everyone knows that such a girl is bound to make it.
Everyone knows that God himself will lead her to a better place.
And you should be scared of her.
Anne got on a bus and out of Utah as the sun came up.
She swore that ne'er again she'd disgrace her temple
Bye bye bye, and f** you.
Everyone knows that such a girl is bound to make it.
Everyone knows that God himself will lead her to a better place.
And you should be scared of her.