There's a girl in a barroom we all know her well

Her name it's the story that some may like to tell

She may be young and pretty with lips red as wine

A girl whose eyes reflect the years no makeup can't hide

In her world walk the lonely the rejected and condemn

It's a world that once sent her there's no turning back again 

Like a rose that lies brushed and crumbled on the sand

She was created by heaven now destroyed by man

Destroyed by man and the love that she gave

Lost unless heaven canceled worthy the same

Men don't respect her still they hold her hand

She was created by heaven now destroyed by man