(Don Reid - Harold Reid)

She was what the poets call the virgin
Pure in heart and mind and body too
She was raised to go to church on Sunday
And saved herself like mama thought it to.

But she's changed a lot since then God I'm sorry
But any fool could look at her and tell
Maybe she ain't good enough to go to heaven
But heaven knows she's too good to go to hell.

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She used to be a soft kind hearted woman
And I know down deep her heart ain't changed that much
But the kindness in her face had gone forever
Now her body's just another easy touch.

But she's changed a lot since then God I'm sorry
But any fool could look at her and tell
Maybe she ain't good enough to go to heaven
But heaven knows she's too good to go to hell...