"Men are brutal" you hear that?  Plural
Love is beautiful but she hated the funerals
Having to bury another relationship in the dust, but it was a must, they kept using her
She lost trust, stuck in the house. .. sobbing

She was the father faced girl with her mother's hair
At first all men were drawn by her stare
But as time went she drove them off with her scare
The last she deemed worthy
It was costly,  messy plus no-one knew she wasn't ready

Victor was cool he treated her good
When the cherries started popping the man gave her a spoon to start eating
The wonders of the world all at her feet
They shared a table of love with all she could fist
Can a cherry stem really grow in the street?