Do you hear me?
You’re off messin’ around, I guarantee.
While stuck up in this tower.
My mood turning sour.
Under lock and key.
How desperate can I be?
I’ve grown out my hair.
Like you’d care.
It’s so you can climb.
You can reach me in your spare time.
But would you even bother?
No, you’re too busy, dear sir.
I’ll stay up here.
Until you disappear.
I’ll wait for a new boy.
Who’ll give me love and joy.
And then will you see,
What we would be.
Had you climbed my tower,
And brought me a flower.
