The story hit the news
From coast to coast
You loved the most
They said you beat the girl
With the beauty
Your charitable acts
Seemed out of place
Your buddies all stood by
With your fist marks on her face
And their fame
They bet their fortunes
That she was out of line And you were not to blame
Six hundred thousand doctors
Are putting on rubber gloves
At the miseries made of love
And they're poking
They say they're learning
The battered wives
How to spot
Among all the women
They see bleeding through their lives
For your perversityI bleedOn your whiteThese red words that make a stain
She was out of line
And you were not to blame
"Daddy, let's get some girls I heard your baby say
When he was only three
One for you and one for me."
You despise
His mother had the frailty
And the looks
You love to drive to suicide
Her lonely little grave
Not one wet eye around
You were not to blameSaid, "He was out of line girl.
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