| Hardwood Pews |
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| Stalling, stalling, the hardwood of pews is calling |
| We want this news |
| Lovely ladies make pretty babies, it’s true |
| That woman’s not you |
| Take your body and clothes to places he won’t go |
| Your life as you know is hopeless, it’ll happen too slow |
| Oh, she’s tricked, she was trapped |
| Her body was lacking white and red |
| Those hues lost in bed |
| Oh, they would speak language exacting |
| Oh, they would lay, parts practicing |
| And through it all he won’t call |
| Lovely ladies take your beauty to your grave |
