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She's a broken lady, waiting to be mendedLike a potter would mend a broken vaseA broken lady, waiting to be mendedAnd have what's left of the pieces put back in placeHer love is like a fortress around a man she would have died forTaking care to take of all he neededBut the ladies fortress slowly turned into a prisonAnd the warning signs he gave, she never heededShe vowed every morning that what God joined togetherNo one else in the world could pull apartThen the walls came tumbling to the groundAnd her world came crashing down around her heartNow she's a broken lady, waiting to be mendedLike a potter would mend a broken vaseA broken lady, waiting to be mendedAnd have what's left of the pieces put back in placeShe's a broken lady, waiting to be mendedAnd have what's left of the pieces put back in place From Letras Mania