‘In the heart of a lady there’s a lost little girl / With a head full of curls and the weight of the world on her shoulder
But her story is colder, hold up!
All the men that she said to encountered/ Have proved to be cowards, misused, and abused and have bruised her with power
Now her doubts get louder
And all her tears start building up, building up, building up
And all her fears start giving up, giving up, giving up
She don’t believe in love no more, no more, no more
She don’t believe in love, but I believe in her’