Standing there with matted hair red smudgy lipstick framed her mouth she loves to tell past stories from a pretty girl. she was about ten when mother told her not to play with pupae anymore, ´cause life is hard she can not be a child anymore.
Once she had beauty, once she had life broken hearts with her eyes she was young, life was rich her dreams come true.
She felt in love when she was twenty april, 13 was the day, her dress was white her lips were red, her love alive Joe was his name he died in war her dress turned black her lips got pale her love was dead she was no child anymore.
Once she had beauty, once she had life broken hearts in her eyes she was not young, life wasn´t rich she lost her dreams.
A girl, sore eyes looks through the time changing her mind her plan of life went into darkness more and more I hear her story sound of her voice is in my ear sad shadow leading the way her love was gone years before.
A little girl with matted hair red smudgy lipstick framed her mouth listening to stories happend to a pretty girl she´s young and beauty has no fear she plans her life and will not hear the torch is passed, the drum is playing more than fast.