You found me the tavern in the corner watched my every move as I lay the money down
Pick me from the floor as the voices spun my head around told me that you loved me
As the bartender laughed out loud Dressed my wounds of depression as you undressed for the boys
Held my mind in your pocket as you worked the crowd with all your toys bent the last of passion
Caught me before I hit the floor sold your last potion and helped me make it to the door
Fallen angel picks a boy from off the street heals the pain burning from failure salvages hid defeat all around the music find the fast and the slow each a voice that cries in the breaking of the mold
vision is the purpose for the fool and the tramp as she is strutting her stuff he falling off the ramp wind and rain shadow
No more stories left to tell heard that there was reason for the victims to be in hell question the reason wine is this side of cheap bourbon is so much better but both will grant you sleep
Body so soft in laying life is like the vision that I find love is seeking fulfillment as she lives inside my mind tribute to the whiskey and the bourbon left in the drawer all I can remember is love don't live here any more
silver spoon upon the mantle shotgun above the door all that a man is made of will only want her more
Taste the last of forgiving in the victory over death no one is the winner and there she has no regrets
Hard the picture of a love left to sing only forgetful leave off the wedding ring saw her dancing in the shadows of a broken melody all that she was wearing was what was left of me
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Reviewed by Jerry Bolton (Reader)
Reviewed on May 25, 2005
Big time Good! Another take on the whore with a big heart, done damn well. My favorite? "all that a man is made of / will only want her more"
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