There's a girl in a barroom we all know her well
Her name fits the stories that some men like to tell
She may be young and pretty with lips red as wine
A girl who's eyes reflect the years no make-up can hide
In her world walk the lonely the rejected and condemned
It's a world that once entered there's no turning back again
Like a rose that lies crushed and crumpled on the sand
She was created by heaven now destroyed by man
Destroyed by man and the love that she gave
Lost unless heaven counts her worthy to save
Men don't respect her still they hold her hand
She was created by heaven now destroyed by man