Going out each day to score
She was no whore
But for me
Celebrating every day
The way
She thought it should be

And I don?t know what to do
Now that pink has turned to blue

She was always by my side
And never tried
To leave
Standing up for me
And like a tree
For what she believed

No more rope
And too much dope
She?s lying on the bed
Angels pacing
Gently placing
Roses ?round her head

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