She is so pretty
That is what everyone always say
She wonders if that is necessary
For she is always alone anyway
Look at those gorgeous eyes
That is some others may say
Yet she still wonder whether those are such precious prize
For she is always alone anyway
And those luscious mane, oh look at that!
Some others will exclaim almost everyday
But her exaltation would be gone in no time flat
As she remembered she is still alone anyway
One day she pack up and cut short her hair
Although her mother did not bless her
It is time for her to leave the lair
Her days of loneliness is over
