You are such a lovely bint,
For that to say let me give a hint,
Carved by nature, decorated by God himself,
Yes you are only to be kept on a shelf.
I cant but call you belle-laide,
For thee in thy life did fade,
All day you lie on the bed,
And thou on a lewd force doth raid.
What happiness does that give you?
Ugly little earnings, does that help you?
Hey listen, life is just like a firefly,
And only in your darkness will it reply.
It's time now, you walk on another road,
Coz' you have much in you for your man to afford.
World is a stage, you an actor,
Woo a single man, as that is a factor.
Everyone has to answer to God,
And you will be treated as a mere fraud,
So please take a welcomed shelter,
My word, things for you will get better.
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