Imelda Four

Soft notes make you twirl, where else can you go, this life is your pearl, forget what's not great, in a life of soul, you're never one to hesitate, give the eye and glare, don't let them groan, fortune's always fair, you go against the grain, out there alone, with some handsome swain, it's not your long hair, plaided like a tow rope, that makes them scared, your songs make them hate, it's not them you own, bear them to the grave, your singing makes him stare turns us all to stone, you're not his little girl, everything on show.