The Knockers

They give her no credit they go to her past Say that she was ex druggie and her new look won't last She once worked in a brothel on sleaze side of town And though she lives clean now they still put her down. A family woman to good man good wife And with two lovely children she live a clean life But the knockers still knock her such cruel things they say And her past held against her it won't go away And the knockers still knock her it doesn't seem quite fair As she's changed for the better and her type are so rare And though the knockers too many and the fair minded too few Credit ought be given where credit is due And if you are not perfect yourself then leave others alone As the one without sin ought to cast the first stone.