Don’t Put Her Down New Riders of the Purple Sage

Dickens

You pull the string
She's your plaything
You can make her or break her, it's true
You abuse her, accuse her
Turn her round and use her
Then forsake her any time it suits you

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

She hangs around
Playing her clown
While her soul is aching inside
She's heartbreak's child
She just lives for your smile
To build her up in a world made by man

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