The Girl Who Was Too Beautiful

Dear Mariella
I am twenty-five
I live alone
I think I might have found love
But I just don’t know
There’s something wrong
'Cause he has another love
And she’s been buried a year
And there might be a passing resemblance
But… Dear Mariella, how can I compare?
To the girl, to the girl
To the girl, to the girl who was too beautiful?
It’s not fair
There’s a ghost in his house
In his room, on his bed and this chair
And all my friends say it’s not right
But I don’t care, I’m gonna change my hair
'Cause he wants her
And I just want somebody there
Dear Mariella
It’s gone from bad to worse
It feels like I’m chasing a hearse
And now I’m even wearing her clothes
I feel like a ghost
Just the other day
Staring from across the street
I think I might have seen her mother
But… Dear Mariella, she didn’t see me
Just the girl, just the girl
Just the girl, just the girl who was too beautiful
There’s a ghost in his house
In his room, on his bed and this chair
And all my friends say it’s not right
But I don’t care, I’m gonna change my hair
'Cause he wants her
And I just want somebody there
Mariella… Mariella…
Don’t say that time is on my side…
There’s no picture… in the cellar…
She’s such a lovely place to hide…
Oh, yours faithfully
What would you do if you were me?
Would you wanna let go
Like I wanna let go
I don’t need to let go
'Cause I am the girl, I’m the girl
I’m the girl, I’m the girl who was too beautiful
There’s a ghost in his house
In his room, on his bed and this chair
And all my friends say it’s not right
But I don’t care, I’m gonna change my hair
'Cause he wants her
And I just want somebody there