Q. God you made the world all wrong, I'm so ugly; he's
I would love her my life long, but she never would be
Now he owns her heart and soul, without giving her a
And she thinks he'll make her whole, with the love she
thinks he'll bring.
She will lie down at his touch, and believe his lies
It's his face she loves so much, she can't see what's
God you made the world all wrong, he's so rich; and I'm
He will make her life a song; he will give her nothing
God you made the world all wrong, let her have her
Beauty to the rich belongs, not to us outside the
I am just an ugly stain that the world just wants to
God you gave me so much pain, were you ever on my side?
God you made the world all wrong, I have nothing; he
But I'll tell her all along he won't be there is she
He was born to silk and lace, to make love and to make
I was born without a face; God, what did you make me
Tell me what side god is on, those whose silver buys
Or those who pray to god alone, day and night, this
Can this Jesus we adore save his blessing only for.
Those three kings of gold and myrrh, and leave the
shepherds at the door?
God you made the world so wrong, I'm so ugly; he's so
I will love her my life long.
But she never will be mine.