One day when she's dead you'll know why it happened.
She tried to tell you and she tried to escape
but the path was too narrow for her.
She was murdered,
the poor little girl,
had blond and curls for hair.
Strangled by her own lover,
the one she loved dearest;
The betrayal, murderer,
The obsessed!
His anger was too great, even for her;
She was not strong enough to fight him.
Her beauty is breath taking,
her movements are gentle
and the boys in town are jealous..
yes jealous!
of the man who owns her,
the mysterious and handsome..
Jellicle fella.
The boys are jealous
and they'll never forget her.
Nothing could have saved her, the poor little girl.
Her life is gone
and all she can do is wait and stare
wait and stare
wait and stare
as she seats in the clouds and look down below
into earth where her lover
found another.
©Kym
