She was always the first one to lend a helping hand
   Torn by conviction, bound by circumstance
   And he was angry, mad at the world
   So he took it out on the girl
  
   He had to raise his hands
   Use her like a punching bag
   To prove he was a man
  
   Chorus:
   One girl, slightly used
   Broken, damaged goods
  
   She sits alone in a third floor walk-up
   Across from the liquor store
   Huggin’ a bottle, til a man can keep her warm
  
   She checks the mail, not once but twice a day
   For an answer to the ad she placed
  
   Bold type, printed in red
   Seven words I can’t forget
   Simply it read
  
   (Chorus)
   Someday this will end
   She will live again
  
   (Verse 1)
  
   (Chorus)