You dressed to impress
Your broken heart
Tight clothing
Broken art
Broken art
To turn men's heads
You've got it all
But oh eternal ache
If you forever fall
Beautiful woman
I saw your soul
I prayed for you
Twas my only goal
To get you to heaven
Not into my bed
I said a Hail Mary
To let your soul be fed
Vulnerable person
Your head hung down
In sickness and pain
Your food to the ground
Aching heart
I prayed for you
I hope you got home
Safe and warm too
Oh how many daughters
Of men go out
All dressed up
To let it all out
And God sees
All you are
Your lonely heart come
He is not very far
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