The Sun Maid
Smiling girl with eyes forlorn
On that red box it’s like gastro-porn
She’s a trademark- a commodity
Longing for someone to set her free
The Sun Maid
Like Dorian Gray
The Sun Maid
Never ages a day
The Sun Maid
As she grips her tray
She longs for someone
To take her away
Forever feeling frozen
Forever feeling lost
She wonders what her
Freedom would cost
Eternal youth and constant fame
But all she wants is to have real name
The Sun Maid
Like Dorian Gray
The Sun Maid
Never ages a day
The Sun Maid
As she grips her tray
She longs for someone
To take her away
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