Ner'e do well the ugly flatteries
Of making her cry, shoving heartache
Around her like a battlement, she sighs
The lonely drench of solitude, quakes
And she quenches the pain, spreading

Young and naive, she feels restless
For her Adonis, anyone that says I
Love you. For her Father told her
She was too fat, And her Mother, well
She gave in too quickly to her Father.

She knows not what lies beyond
The barriers of her world, lost
Giving mouth to insecurities, she
Speaks volumes, in her quietness
Asking not, what Land he comes

Uncaring of the background or dowry
She doesn't feel worth the nickle
He will toss her round, spent, foolishly
And she will have known love of money
Thinking she must bargain herself more

So as he drives up in his carriage
Mr. Jobless, Mr. Drug addict, Mr. Beater
It matters not, to her He is The One
Escaping the dull non-existence, erasure
She runs to be the Goddess of his back seat.