Little girl
Little, baby girl
You have such a sad story to tell
You look so much like your mother
(that's what your father told you anyways)
You never really knew your mother
Well, not as anything more than a mother
(At least)
She died when you were still a girl
And so,
Father raised you
(Until they came)
They took you away from your home
The home where you had lived your entire, sheltered, life
You thought that they would kill you
(But then he came)
And father died
(to save him)
So, you're an orphan
So, he takes you away
To see the stars
And to keep you safe
Because
You're still just a naïve, little, baby girl
(But, then again, you really aren't)
Because
Someone as sheltered, as you were, still can be clever
You.
Gullible?
Never!
At least,
That was what you believed
But It got you
(didn't It?)
It made you be bad
It tricked you
It got you
And
Once again,
You were the Damsel In Distress
And
Once again,
You were a Little, Baby Girl
You were Gullible and Naïve
But,
Next Time,
(you promise yourself)
If there is a Next Time,
You will be the Knight In Shining Armor
