Pretty girl with the fiery red hair
Yearning to get out but she's got nowhere
Another love that fell apart
All too much for her glass heart

Standing there in her little crimson dress
Always being the damsel in distress
Looking for the prince or the gallant knight
One who will save her from her downward plight

Breaking with every smile that she fakes
Always repeating the same old mistakes
Writes a poem on ev'rything she sees
Carving arrow-struck heartlets on dead trees

Still alone and feels like she's getting old
Won't he give her his jacket when she's cold?
Looks in the mirror and all that she sees
Ugly girl with hopeless romance disease

But I see so much more in you, honey
Just stop frowning and try to be sunny
You're significant without another
You got all our love without a lover

Pretty girl with your fiery red hair
Wipe your poor eyes and I'll take you somewhere
I may not be your prince sent from above
But if you let me I'll be your ....

Penned by my hand on the 1st of Tenebrae, in the year 549 AD.