She is yellow like the sun,
And she follows it like a sunflower,
But inside she is done,
Her life is so sour.
She is yellow like the honey,
And she attracts only bees,
But bees have no money,
Neither do they have any knees,
She is yellow like the cigarette,
And that’s the only thing that can make her stop fear,
She can’t stop at least not yet,
She literally just wants to Despair.