[Southern] Belle
She wears her hair down under her bonnet
As her beautiful green dress hugs her curves
She slips a curse with full lips painted red
As there is something that got on her nerves
She wears her hair down under her bonnet
As her beautiful green dress hugs her curves
She slips a curse with full lips painted red
As there is something that got on her nerves
She sways like a flower amidst the wind
Bending but never breaking with each blow
She dances with grace even in the rain
Steady and unshaken, always aglow
She had her hair done up, a chestnut shade
As the sun illuminated her face
She was lost in a book, I am afraid
Perhaps she was in some mythical place
Oh, beautiful flower in the meadow
Your fragrance is so intoxicating
It lingers for a while like an echo
An aroma so pure and alluring
She is like a river so pure and wild
With her soul running deep and full of life
Her curves move gently along the hillside
Yet enough to carve the earth like a knife