Since I was born you have been with me dead
Blonde silky entity on top of my head
At social gatherings you outshine me with flare
Maidens only have eyes for you, ohhh how they stare
Princes and heroes like you too
mistake us both for Rapunzel they do
Visions of destroying you with a sharp horrible blade appeared
The ghost of Samson then told me every singel thread to spare
A gift a blessing a present so fair
A burden a curse my Cross to bear
I am the man beneath the hair
The end