Born in a no special date here
In the middle of an awful jungle
Setting a curse in both ways there
No identity that is recognizable
Spoiled to the bone having no way
To swing from a tree by my instinct
Because of this crown that is too heavy
The voice of the Devil through me connects
Having no spark of ambition
I must call that my intuition
Herd animal with two guiding dogs
My necklace is made out of pearls
Bought by pigs wearing overalls
A princess that disguises itself as frogs
