Mad as a hatter,
That's why they're mad at her,
No, it's not her birthday,
Still she's drinking tea like it don't matter.
She can be a little naughty,
Romantic and erotic;
To the one, she is faithful,
If the word was ever spoken, she'd even shoot to kill.
Don't be mislead,
By her tone.
She has no problem walking alone.
Nevertheless, love's what she needs.
Rich or broke,
She's always thankful, on her knees.
Eveyone deserve's a chance,
For them, a chance she'll take.
Brothers, Sisters hear the cry!
Together they are one,
Or together they will die.