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I would have waited all my life
Just to make love out of something other than spite
But the beauty is the beast you're baiting
Should really be worth the waiting

You do something very special to
Mr. Average
Now the lamb lies with the lion
He's just a little savage

And so you turn your back on me
And all the hot air that only echoes stale tobacco

Actions speak louder now than words
By just a fraction
What's the use of saying I love you whe I'm drinking to distraction
We save our sanity
By saying such and such
After all its been discussed
You say you must be touched

(chorus)Who made you God?
You tell me now what gives a woman the right
The right to take an unborns life
But who the fuck are you to decide
Or to tell her what is right?

This shit rolls out of your mouth again
I don't even see you try to understand
Or try to help her

Who made you God to decide
What is right for her
I don't see you trying to change
Who decides whats right for this young scared girls life?
It should be her decision
Maybe in this case there's no wrong or right
but it shouldn't be a fight

So you bomb another clinic
Who made you God?
What gives you the right to take another's life
At your own discretion
It's time to make that change

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