There's a girl in a barroom we all know her well Her name fits the stories that some men like to tell She may be young and pretty with lips red as wine A girl who's eyes reflect the years no make-up can hide In her world walk the lonely the rejected and condemned It's a world that once entered there's no turning back again Like a rose that lies crushed and crumpled on the sand She was created by heaven now destroyed by man Destroyed by man and the love that she gave Lost unless heaven counts her worthy to save Men don't respect her still they hold her hand She was created by heaven now destroyed by man