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