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
Crushed 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...