Afraid of seeing herself, br She hides from the sunlight, br Avoids mirrors, lingers in shadows, br And only walks the streets after midnight. br br She has a pretty face, br Any young man would like to kiss her, br Sing to her from the heart br Frank Sinatra-like. br br She has a melancholy disposition, br And lives in a secret world of fear. br Youth vanishes in the blink of an eye br And hers’ may disappear br Before anyone ever knows br She was ever here.