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The Virgin



Once upon a time, a story teller spoke

of a woman who lived to be free.

With open anxious arms

She reached out with her charms

True love would always fill her needs.

The seasons they remain

And love still works the same

To give respect or steal your charity.



Born of faithful mind she gave her best time

To the man who made her life complete.

He knew he had it all

He knew she'd never fall.

True love would always fill her needs.

This story should be through

Where love does bond the two.

And happy ever after ends the scene.



The years that rolled along saw her satisfy the one

Who stole her youth from the virgin seed.

With innocence and warmth

She burned the passion torch.

True love would always fill her needs.

A home and cedar hedge

To her the reasons edge

On those who tossed thier will to defeat.



Her yeilding love did pour on the one she adored.

A drink to his health was in her speech.

In stride she carried on

And kept her vision strong.

True love would always fill her needs.

The years still season all,

And time does take it's toll.

And the wrinkles of the term show on the cheeks.



In the soft light of the dawn one day she woke alone

Faithful in the bed she'd always keep.

And pinned up on the wall

Was a note to change it all

True love had always filled her needs.

With tears she came undone

Her true love left to run.

Her years of faith were stoned to hollow grief.



The days drug on like weeks and soiled her beliefs

That love so strong would always be complete.

And waitin by the phone

She cried and slept alone

True love had always filled her needs.

Those days that hemmed her in

Reminded her of him

And how her heart was broken by the breech.



That powerful old force a love that runs it's course

Can fill the human heart with disease.

Late nights alone at home

The mind in sorrow foams

True love had always filled her needs.

Now bitter not so sweet

She drives through foggy streets

Speeding toward the man that foiled her peace.



In vogue he strutted proud young girlfriend laughing loud.

She walked up to the door tongue in cheek.

The walkway light was on,

The front chime softly rung

True love had always filled her needs.

The door swung open wide,

Two shots cut up the night!

And the broken bond of love was put to sleep.