You may see her
cheeks turn red and her lips a burning flame
You may be one of those who said
the ill things of her name
But if you knew her like I do,
you would not judge so free
And if you saw her through my eyes,
you'd see her differently.
I've known her when her
cheeks were white and her name I loved to say.
I felt the sweetness of her lips
when the red was kissed away.
I know you would say she's no good,
but I can not agree.
And if you saw her through my eyes,
you'd see her nippered to leave.
Cause when she acts so cold and brazen,
she's just all alone.
And you that are without a sin,
go on, cast your stone.
You may hate her dress too tight,
and the haughty way she walks.
You may despise her cold blue eyes
and the cutting way she talks
But if you knew what she's been
through and all because of me
And if you saw her through my eyes,
you'd see her differently.