Love is in the air
As I pluck at my hair
Only one to think of
My one and only love
I climb a useless stair
As I'm plucking at my hair
Thought after thought
He loves me, he loves me not
Ring the bell on my heart
Scratches turn to scars
On my heart, knock the door
Drop me to the floor
He loves me, he loves me not
Plucking still, I can not stop
He takes me to heaven
Only to teach me a lesson..
Here I am, plucking till I'm bald
It's hurtful and I've been told
All for him
I never win
Last hair in hand
How sad
It turns out he loves me not
Now to leave my soul to rot
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