She was immaculate; she was beautiful.
A lady of everything, a package in full
Her eyes were true, her lips were real.
She was someone whose looks could kill.
She was admired; she was loved.
As if she were a saint or a god
So people come to her and pray for food;
And she became their prey to loot.
She thinks of herself unclean, a rotten trash
A lady of nothing, a discovered stash
Her eyes tha...