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.