Her face is like a museum
An old church decorated like a saloon
The world had happened to her
She rushed back and forth
A bottle and a preacher shared the same room

She had a way to fool a man
And it was easy for her to say it was over
She was trying to survive
They never knew that
It may be a man’s world but not under her covers

She had to learn how to love
The trap didn’t work anymore
Whatever song they once heard
Doesn’t sound like it did before

Her sexuality was her genius
The preacher knew and tried not to swoon
He was just a man
A robe is a man’s veil
She laughed then remembered the blood moon

She washed off her make-up
She cut her hair and lit a cigarette
She thought about being a mother
A bar is no place to teach a baby the alphabet

She had to learn how to love
The men don’t look at her like before
But they couldn’t hear the song she heard
She wasn’t that young girl anymore