Lady Adelaide shows no emotion
Colder than a wave in the Arctic Ocean
They just went unheard
Porcelain and frail, slender shoulders
A breeze of gusty gale could knock her over
Ohhh
Now she's a bird with broken wing
She likes the ideas of things
More than what they are bound to bring
Lady Adelaide
And with her beauty in slow fade
She is so fearful the will say
That she is a bed that's been unmade
Lady Adelaide