Stalling, stalling, the hardwood of pews is calling
We want this news
Lovely ladies make pretty babies, it's true
That woman's not you
Take your body and clothes to places he won't go
Your life as you know is hopeless, it'll happen too slow
Oh, she's tricked, she was trapped
Her body was lacking white and red
those hues lost in bed.
Oh, they would speak language exacting
Oh, they would lay, parts practicing
And through it all he won't call
Lovely ladies take your beauty to your grave

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