She was tall with movements angular br And her eyes like arrows looked br Her gestures were quite mannered br As if acquired from books br Her clothing was impeccable br She was conscious of her hair br But once you looked inside of her br There was little joy in there. br br Appearances were everything br She always tried to hide br Her deeper doubts and darker thoughts br And buried them inside br She would smile and laugh and joke and dance br When others were around br But when alone she found herself br Uncertain of her ground. br br To conquer this uncertainty br She had to make a show br Of total outward confidence br And never could let go br She feared her inhibitions br So tightly locked within br Once unloosed would overwhelm her br And release a wild whirlwind. br br She was a paragon of virtue br For she could do no wrong br She was the Prima Donna br And her opinions she held strong br With me or against me br Was how she viewed the world br But she could never free herself br Her life a cage around a bird.