The girl is blind and beautiful,
I'm honour bound and dutiful,
Her head is warm, her skin is cool and she's got religion in a big way.
She says those hands are healing hands,
She says she's travelled many lands,
and i bet that she's got healing hands
But I bet she's never met a man who understands her quite the way that I do.
And how was I supposed to know that she's the one betrothed,
To a catholic boy with stronger faith than I,
Just as I was on my knees with a golden ring between my teeth,
Her fingers said she's someone elses bride.
Oh she'll never see the beauty I can see,
Oh she'll never see her own sweet bonny face.
A rejection note written in braille,
Hear my smoke filled larynx wail,
Cigarettes make me feel alone and her voice gives the lonely tone to my song.
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