When I was 13 years old, my dad was ‘called’ to be a missionary in Honduras… Read Full Bio ↴When I was 13 years old, my dad was ‘called’ to be a missionary in Honduras. As a family, we weren’t ‘cut out’ for the mission field – I had no idea my world was about to be kicked over on its side. One moment I was busy doing homework and planning slumber parties, the next moment I suddenly found myself in a third world country recovering from a hurricane. I went into culture shock as the poverty, disease, and the idea that human life isn’t so precious in other parts of the world… slowly seeped in.

Most children grow up in ‘phases’ – I was given no time for that. I took on the mental weight of an adult the moment I stepped out of that tiny TACA airplane… and into the rest of my life. In fact, the only evidence that I even had a childhood exists in a black 32×17 Rubbermaid trunk. I bought the trunk to protect my books, CDs, and photo albums from the Honduran heat and humidity. Today, I keep the trunk in my closet. It contains stacks of letters from my 8th grade Sunday school class… wishing me well, wishing me luck. It contains letters I wrote to myself… promising myself I would get out alive. It contains the jewelry I wore the day I was kidnapped… the photographs that were taken minutes before it happened, photographs of a dear friend who gave his life so that I could live. It contains fragments of a life that I shut away until now…

When I began writing for this album, I opened the trunk for the first time in years. The overwhelming smell of dark mahogany, coffee, and burning sugarcane (the smell of Honduras) hit me like a wall, and I knew that all the memories I’d stifled were begging to be brought to life. I also knew that I was being presented with a choice: I could let these memories, and the experiences that they represent, cuff me, paralyze me, and make me bitter… or I could turn them into something beautiful… something that other people could relate to and, hopefully, find comfort in. This is my gift.

So Help Me God
Amy Kuney Lyrics

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Ooh, yeah, yeah
Ooh, yeah, yeah ooh

I smelled your thoughts when you walked by,
Thinkin' about me.
They smelled so dirty,
You get caught with every thought you think.
As you smile into my eyes, your ears turn pink.

You told me you were feelin' shy,
It made my tummy blink.

So help me God,
Don't you do that again.
You might wake up in a predicament.
So help me God,
Don't you do that again.
You just might be my next lucky victim.

We were sitting side by side,
In the theatre.
But the whole time we had our eyes,
On each other.
By and by we're touching hands,
And squirming in our chairs.
You whisper something funny,
And sweet nothings in my ear.

So help me God,
Don't you do that again.
You might wake up in a predicament.
So help me God,
Don't you do that again.
You might just be my next lucky victim.

Ooh yeah, yeah.
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah.
Yeah, yeah, yeah, ooh.

Now I'm not one to hit and run,
Forsaking my religion.
But you've converted me,
To another "ism".
I see you as a matador,
Running 'round in red.
You're screwing with the buttons,
And the words inside my head.

So help me God,
Don't you do that again.
You might wake up in a predicament.
So help me God,
Don't you do that again.
You might just be my next lucky victim.

Yeahh.
So help me, so help, so help me.
Ohh yeah.
So help me, so help, so help me.
Yeahh.
Oooh.
Oooh yeah.

So help me God,
Don't you do that again.
You might wake up in a predicament.
So help me God,
Don't you do that again,
You might just be my next lucky victim.

Oooh yeah, oh whoa,
Hmm, hmm, hmm.

Overall Meaning

In Amy Kuney's song "So Help Me God," the lyrics depict a situation where the singer and another person are sitting side by side in a theater, and the other person is thinking inappropriate thoughts about the singer. The singer can "smell" these thoughts and calls the other person out for them. Despite this, the two continue to flirt with each other, with the singer describing how the other person is "screwing with the buttons / and the words inside my head."

The repeated chorus, "So help me God, don't you do that again / You might wake up in a predicament," conveys a warning to the other person not to cross boundaries with the singer, while also hinting at the potential for the singer to be swept up in the attraction. The bridge in the song is particularly interesting, with the singer describing how the other person has "converted" them to another "-ism" and is now like a matador running around in red, tempting them. Overall, the song captures the tension and attraction present in a situation where one person's thoughts and actions could ultimately have consequences for both parties involved.

Line by Line Meaning

I smelled your thoughts when you walked by, Thinkin' about me.
I could tell from your body language that you were thinking of me. Your thoughts were impure and I could sense it.

They smelled so dirty, You get caught with every thought you think.
Your thoughts were so improper that I could almost smell them. You don't hide your emotions well- your thoughts are always apparent to others.

As you smile into my eyes, your ears turn pink. You told me you were feelin' shy, It made my tummy blink.
You blushed when you looked at me, revealing that you were feeling bashful. You even admitted to being shy which made me feel nervous and excited.

We were sitting side by side, In the theatre.
We were sitting next to each other in the theater.

But the whole time we had our eyes, On each other.
We couldn't stop looking at each other throughout the entire time we were sitting together.

By and by we're touching hands, And squirming in our chairs.
Slowly and gradually, we started touching hands and becoming fidgety in our seats.

You whisper something funny, And sweet nothings in my ear.
You whispered something humorous and romantic in my ear.

Now I'm not one to hit and run, Forsaking my religion.
I'm not the type of person to engage in short-term, casual relationships and forget about my religious values.

But you've converted me, To another 'ism'.
You have completely changed my ways and beliefs to the point where I have a new set of ideologies.

I see you as a matador, Running 'round in red.
I see you as a bullfighter running around in a red capote.

You're screwing with the buttons, And the words inside my head.
You're playing with the controls and thoughts inside of my mind.

So help me God, Don't you do that again. You might wake up in a predicament.
I'm telling you with the help of God that you should not repeat your actions. If you do, you will be in a difficult or unpleasant situation.

So help me God, Don't you do that again. You might just be my next lucky victim.
I am urging you, with the help of God, to not do it again as you may be considered a 'lucky victim' next time.

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