Long black hair Yellow sandals A bag full of dreams She wanted so much Wanted so little Meets a boy so tender He treats you Like you're a queen Eilline You are so pretty And I know You've had your guardian angel This lady is so much older She taught you how to walk, To talk, To stand in a room She gave you your first make up Took you to Paris Taught you how to watch, To touch, To feel a painting Long, white veil With a smile in the rain Nothing could compare, She swears "I'll be happy" Finds her way to the big city I'm dreaming Of a home in the sun She says "Someday I'll have it" Eilline Carrying this baby And you talk to him, And make him listen music Even inside of you Sweet Eiline Always loved and hated Born in the wrong place It's so hard to be different So hard to be you