She grew up in a mixed up worldWhere performance determined her worthIt’s hard to change her whole ways aroundWhen they’re all that she’s known since birthShe’s a small town girl with a big city mindWho’s never had hard times to findWhat it is that she’s looking forMaybe an open doorCindy, I hurt because she tries so hard to be goodA girl like this can’t afford to missOr not live like she feels she should – oh CindyIf her efforts went into surrenderI’m sure that her heart would turn tenderI knew all along, things seemed too wrongShe was just a master pretenderI don’t mean to sound judgmentalCondescending or unconfidentialI’m just trying to learn, that when someone yearnsThey can’t earn God’s love which is gentleCindy, I hurt because you try so hard to be goodA girl like you can’t afford to loseOr not live like you feel that you should – oh Cindy