Once upon a time
there was a little girl...

Longing for that touch
Dreaming of those eyes...

The power of a woman
is not judged by her style...

To those who wanna find
a love so rare and nice...

Feeling life grow inside her,
it makes her ever so sick...

Light is bright and ends the night
It stops the fright, and feels so right...

I close my eyes to imagine
The touch of your hand...