She wrapped her soul in a lace of lies
With a prime deceit to pin it;
And I thought I was gaining a fearsome prize
So I staked my soul to win it
We wed and parted on her complaint
And both were a bit of barter
Though I'll confess that I’m no saint
I'll swear that she's no martyr
Parted was written by William Grant Still & Paul Laurence Dunbar.