She Moves Among Men

"Speak to me gently before we begin"
 She pleads but they laugh and pull her down
 And after they've used her briefly and roughly
 They leave her to face the dawn alone
 When they have gone she moves on her side
 Thinks of the men that with her have lain
 And none of them gave her a kind-worded loving
 And after they'd done not one of them stayed
 Once she was wary, chose but a few
 To roll in her arms at the end of the day
 But the flower so proud begins now to wither
 That any may pluck at the petals so gay
 Alone in the night she muses a while
 And thinks of the days and how they will pass
 She cries for the lonely years that awaiting
 Till death takes her hand and weds her at last
 Down in the barroom she moves among men
 Who watch her and touch her whenever they can
 And she notices hands and mouths as they drink
 And over the tankards the eyes of each man
 Speak to me gently before we begin...