Little Lady

Little lady is walking down the street,
she's going through the empty roads.
Little lady going with a bag,
more beautiful than all the world's gods.

Little lady,
who is she?
I wonder.
I wonder.

One day I would meet her,
today I'm too coy.
One day she'll be mine,
and she'll want me as her boy.

One day I would meet her,
today I'm too coy.
One day she'll be mine,
and she'll want me as her boy.

Little lady's going there,
and she is just there.
And all the bullies were searching for her,
but she don't really care.

Little lady,
who is she?
I wonder.
I wonder.

One day I would meet her,
today I'm too coy.
One day she'll be mine,
and she'll want me as her boy.

One day I would meet her,
today I'm too coy.
One day she'll be mine,
and she'll want me as her boy.

One day I would meet her,
today I'm too coy.
One day she'll be mine,
and she'll want me as her boy.

One day I would meet her,
today I'm too coy.
One day she'll be mine,
and she'll want me as her boy.