She painted herself up
and went out for the night
thinking things would work out all right
she jumped in the first car
that came thru the lamplight
not so...just a bad row to hoe
servicing some sicko
and for what?
And now we're all draggin' the river for her remains
And praying a lot...and crying, a bit insane
And dying a second at a time, in the cold
thinking of the waste of that sweet soul...
And wishing that God had been paying more attention...