She was what the poets call a virgin
pure in heart and mind and body too.
She was raised to go to church on Sunday
and save herself like Momma taught her too.
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But she's changed a lot since then
and God I'm sorry
'Cause any fool could look at her and tell
Maybe she ain't good enough to go to Heaven
But Heaven knows she's too good to go to Hell
She used to be a soft, kind hearted woman,
and I know deep down her heart
ain't changed that much.
But the kindness in her face is gone forever
And now her body's just another easy touch.
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