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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