There was once a little girl, like me, And she didn't really care, When her parents told her what to do, She threw her hands up in despair, And wobbled and tittered up the stairs, In her ridiculously high heels, Twirling her ridiculously pink hair, Days later, she found the guy, He had blue eyes, and his hair was just right, Twenty-seven to her seventeen, But there was no problem it seemed, For her parents had twelve years between them, And at home, she knew for a fact, that the metal headboard was bent, So she ran away, off to France, Because they were both willing to take a chance, But months later, she was found on the news, And was taken from France, where they'd found her nude, Her mother gave her kisses, Comforted her - she really tried, But, "Hypocrites!" She screamed, But the judge said she was guilty, he lied, So in prison they were thrown, But a decade later their love story moved on.
