Last night she let the strong red wine carry her away
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She smoked up her old sunshine as if it still shined every day
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Her hand reached out and touched my face in the shame Lord from my eyes
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She told me I had helped her be her serving proof alive
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Most of us have been with her in her hours of been days
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But none of us deserved to see or touched her pillow case
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Among the men who's helped her sin I'll admit that I been wrong
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We'd better search our hurts before we throw another stone
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She wants to be good but she can't because of men like you and me
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The restless love of wondering men is the only hand she's had
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She wants to be good but she can't she's still lonely and much too weak
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She carries the shame of a long listened names to talk her to be bad
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She wants to be good and she would and she could
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I'm someone that would be good to her
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She Wants To Be Good
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Dallas Frazier |