Lend me your ear for I have a story to tell,
Of someone who loved someone who was not worthy any of theirs.
He spoke time and time again that sweet promises he made,
And time and time again
I realise those were words were not from within.
But whenever he called I was always there,
Whenever he was close I will always melt.
Poor lost little rabbit, In love with its huntsman.
Poor little lost rabbit, who will tell her?