She lives a lonely life, that's full,   Of traveling round the world   She's been just everywhere – so cool   Countries you've never heard   She's trying to find the shoe that fits   But all she got is hurt   Pain – pain, pain – pain      She's not happy   Not at all   She's too tall   Men are nasty   If they're small   They don't call      She's buying things to feed her soul   Money she has enough   She's got a heart that's made of gold   But life can be so rough   Her body seems to have no chance   To find the love she needs   No – no, no - no      She's not happy   Not at all   She's too tall   Men are nasty   If they're small   They don't call