She is the prettiest girl Nothing would ever change that It was a new place And the sun rose above the mountains. Locals covered the eyes of children And Christian women cursed; Something about this girl Cast a shadow over the world.
Down at the Lakeview Cafe Where the tips were generous People caressed their cups And spoke of that girl.
The clouds hinted snowfall. "Dead," they say. "Probably not an accident." A single snowflake landed. If it could, her blood would tingle.
She was the prettiest girl. Nothing could ever change that.