She had four white [bad word] up around the bend
Four strong angels at [bad word] to send
Four more seasons, for all thats broken to mend

I got four good reasons why I cant go back there again

She had skin like a statue, milky white and pure
Carved by an artist whos hand is demure
Got a mind like a sabre
Razor sharp and sure

God how I hate myself for still wanting her

Tell me its nicer dreaming, visions soft and sure
No way to find theres nothing left to me and her
Nothing more but a heart still at war

She had four white [bad word] up around the bend
Four strong angels already sent
Four more seasons for all thats broken to mend...