BUT HER LIPS WERE ALWAYS PAINTED IN RED:

She was accused by mama, of being as ugly as sin,

She was as bony as twigs & more than stick thin,

Her papa dismayed & would shake sadly his head,

Saying, “Oh my dear, there´s no way you´ll wed,”

But her lips were always painted in red.

 

There were no roses, upon her transparent white skin,

She had no friends & in this life, she never could win,

All the men turned away, from her tangled wild curls,

Preferring to dance, with more comely & prettier girls,

But her lips were always painted in red.

 

Nobody had ever loved her, but she didn´t really care,

She´d never felt she had to be, merely half of one pair,

She was her own woman & that made her so strong,

By loving herself, she knew, she would never be wrong,

But her lips were always painted in red.