Such a nice, little lucky girl
wonders how she's alone
and big clouds put her in the shade
as she rests in a home.
Poor sweet little princess girl
slides down a hill.
Afternoon after breakfast time,
she will search for relief
and she can't decide
who to satisfy
and she can't decide
who she should believe.
She's a pale cloudy sultry s**y girl.
I'll cry myself to sleep.
I'll cry in my sleep.
Such a nice little lucky girl
wonders why she's inside
when all the space
she's ever occupied.
Since she flew,
her mind's not right.
A sad tired broken girl.
We never had a chance.
A poor ghostly lonely girl.
I'll cry myself to sleep.
I'll cry in my sleep.