And then the little harlot darling dared to cut her strings.
Her little harlot darling hands slipped and cut her wings.
So now and forever does the little harlot lay.
Never will the little harlot get to fly away.
Probable her destiny is to remain on the ground.
Fate may have her little harlot heart never to be found.
And now the little harlot darling sulks in sorrow and sadness.
Her little harlot darling wings were cut in all the madness...
Regrets regrets the little harlot echos
Harmony and vanity remain friend and foe.
Little harlot darling love, why did you cut the strings?
Oh, little harlot darling dove...why did you risk your wings?
