She’s a broken lady, waiting to be mended  Like a potter would mend a broken vase  A broken lady, waiting to be mended  And have what’s left of the pieces put back in place    Her love is like a fortress around a man she would have died for  Taking care to take of all he needed  But the ladies fortress slowly turned into a prison  And the warning signs he gave she never heeded  She vowed every morning that what god joined together  No one else in the world could pull apart  And then the walls came tumbling to the ground  And her world came crashing down around her heart    She’s a broken lady, waiting to be mended  Like a potter would mend a broken vase  A broken lady, waiting to be mended  And have what’s left of the pieces put back in place    She’s a broken lady, waiting to be mended  Like a potter would mend a broken vase  A broken lady, waiting to be mended  And have what’s left of the pieces put back in place