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. Chorus 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. Go to chorus