Her beauty has been eaten by the hunger
Was not enough to satisfy her needs
They said in her younger days
Like a butterfly in springtime
The embrace of many strangers
Was not the hunger of some lonely child
In the back streets and the bedrooms
And the acid winds of time
While the love that she's too often found
Her hunger's just as strong
She's older than the years she holds
She remembers in her mind
She has danced the tune her demons played
And aging fast with each day passing by
The reflection in her mirror's not the image
Searching every field for loving's sweetest rose
Like a butterfly in springtime
On a downhill run to nowhere
All she's found is disappointments, bitterly
But the hunger in her body then
Was not the hunger of some lonely child
'Cause the hunger never can be satisfied
Still could not release her from the hold
And payed the piper dearly for his song
Her beauty was enough to drive men wild
But the hunger in her body then
Empty now of all her pride but still inside
