Mother, Eve, why was you ran out of the garden?
Daughter, Lucie, because we got no pardon.
It is better to live in heaven for the hell of it
than to live in hell and hope for heaven and profit.
I feel like I don't have purpose any more.
It seems like all my friends just ignore.
Somebody's money won't buy you love.
A holier than thou attitude won't fit like a glove.
But it seems like I am ugly and stupid.
No matter how hard I try I can't find cupid.
Don't be a bug like I was in the perfect garden.
Don't let your heart grow bitter and harden.
Be a marigold and stand tall with the roses.
The marigold keeps the bugs out and poses.
The marigold's inner beauty shines with golden sun.
The marigold is still beautiful in the long run.
