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I didn't mean to be pretty
To whomever cares to listen
I didn't mean to be pretty
These tears make my eyes glisten
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He was a large strong man
Feared by more than a few
A godly Christian man
Who bid my virginity adieu
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I'd been called upon by him
And toasted several times
With gifts he gave with a grin
Felt my body wasn't mine
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Mummy said to be careful
Of the bad boys in the street
But I never thought I'd baffle
A married man in the pulpit
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I had told my mother too
But she never believed me
So what was I to do?
To a man who wouldn't leave me
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One day, he sent me away
To buy a thing or two
And bring it straight away
To the counseling room
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Unsuspecting as I went
I'd walked and kept my watch
Thought I had no need to fret
The room was in the church
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I'd walked in and was caught
Like a fragile fingerling
Heaven watched as I fought
But who was I to win?
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Mother looked away in shame
As the people called me names
Pretty girl was out to maim
Out to stain their pastors name
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So now I've told my story
And the people say I'm filthy
Please tell the world I'm sorry
That I didn't mean to be pretty
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She was twelve, in case you were wondering.
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