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 tells 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 raises you
(Until they come)
They take you away from your home
The home where you have lived your entire, sheltered, life
You think that they are going to kill you
(But then he comes)
And father dies
(To save him)
So, now, 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 have been, still can be clever
You.
Gullible?
Never!
At least,
(That's what you believe)
But It still gets you
(Doesn't It?)
It makes you be bad
It tricks you
It gets you
And
Once again,
You are the Damsel In Distress
And
Once again,
You are the Little, Baby Girl
You are Gullible and Naïve
But,
Next Time,
(You promise yourself)
If there is a Next Time,
You will be the Knight In Shining Armor