Who’s she, the one who always take the same sit
Who’s she, the one who always ask her lonely meat
Who’s she, the one with her lonely beer

Who’s she, the one who everybody looks when cross the door

I know, she’s much more than thinks

She’s that who tells stories and none believes
Her stories and someone else


She’s who does everything on her way
She loved, cried and smiled
She’s who does everything on own path
She’s who saw the rain and felt it
She’s, also, who blessed the sun

Over all, she did it all her way