Poor little girl. Stupid old man.
She could not talk,
He could not dance.
Poor little girl. Stupid old man.

She wanted to see the world,
he'd seen it all before.
Poor little girl. Stupid old man.

She could run and climb the hills for hours,
he could only sit and smell the flowers.
Poor little girl. Stupid old man.

Her love spread free, her heart thumped proud,
his pulse it barely made a sound.
Poor little girl. Stupid old man.

She needed to be needed,
he just wanted to be loved.
Poor little girl. Stupid old man.

Her smile was bright, and shone like gold,
His eyes were grey and growing old.
Poor little girl. Stupid old man.

She would dream in vivid color,
he'd reminisce in black and white.
Poor little girl. Stupid old man.

She wanted to swim in all the streams,
he longed only, for one lone sea.
Poor little girl. Stupid old man.

She liked to whisper, lips to ear,
He only spoke aloud and clear.
Poor little girl. Stupid old man.

He wanted to build,
she'd only dance in her dreams,
things never felt,
as they'd make them seem.
Poor little girl. Stupid old man.