Hazel Dickens
Don't put her down, you helped put her there
by Hazel Dickens


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You pull the string, she's your plaything.
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You can make her or break her, it's true.
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You abuse her, accuse her, turn around and use her,
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Then forsake her any time it suite you.

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Well, there's more to her than powder and paint,
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Than her peroxided, bleached-out hair,
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Well, if she acts that way, ti's 'cause you had your day.
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Don't put her down, you helped put her there.



She hangs around, playing the clown
While her soul is aching inside.
She's heartbreak's child 'cause she just lives for your smile
To build her up in a world made by men.
At the house down the way, you aneak and you pay
For her love, her body, her shame.
Then you call yourself a man, you say you just don't understand
How a woman could turn out that way.

Well, there's more to her than power and paint,
Than the men she picks up at the bar.
Well, if she acts that way, it's cause you had your day.
Don't put her down, you helped put her there.