Christa Wells - Vanity Vanity lyrics

When they pa**ed me over like a penny on the sidewalk I wanted to roll into the gutter I wanted to listen in case they talked Oh, little darlin' you've got a problem Better treat it before it's too late Vanity, vanity How'd you get your hands on me? Goin' to the doctor who knows my sin And he'll show me what I've got And he'll take me to the river to get clean She deals in glory She's a peddler of pursuit "Have it all before you're 40 You deserve it, what have you got to lose?" She sells you a movie that makes you the star While she makes a slave of your soul Vanity, vanity How'd you get your hands on me? Goin' to the doctor who knows my sin And he'll show me what I've got And he'll take me to the river to get clean He'll get me ready, oh, get me ready Get me ready, oh, get me ready Get me ready to meet my Lord I need a good physician With the heart to hold me down Scrub the soil from under my skin And the folly from my mouth 'Cause I've gone to waste, I have lived for the chase And I've found nothing but chaff in the wind Vanity, vanity How'd you get your hands on me? Goin' to the doctor who knows my sin And he'll show me what I've got And he'll take me to the river to get clean He'll get me ready, oh, get me ready Get me ready, oh, get me ready Get me ready to meet my Lord He'll get me ready, oh, he'll get me ready…