She lives a lonely life, that's full,

Of traveling round the world

She's been just everywhere – so cool

Countries you've never heard

She's trying to find the shoe that fits

But all she got is hurt

Pain – pain, pain – pain



She's not happy

Not at all

She's too tall

Men are nasty

If they're small

They don't call



She's buying things to feed her soul

Money she has enough

She's got a heart that's made of gold

But life can be so rough

Her body seems to have no chance

To find the love she needs

No – no, no - no



She's not happy

Not at all

She's too tall

Men are nasty

If they're small

They don't call