Oh, oh, oh, Emily
You wear a shroud of misery
Not a gleam of sympathy
Can make its way inside
Oh, oh, oh, Emily
Please accept this elegy
My last attempt at chivalry
Affording little time
And those days went by, when the birds did cry
Songs without joy or shame
And beauty lives in coincidence scrawled out on scraps of page
Oh, oh, oh, Emily
You will go down in infamy
A symbol of failed artistry
A knight in purest frame
Oh, oh, oh, Emily
A victim of your vanity
Reflecting back monstrosity
A small price to pay
And those days went by, when the birds did cry
Songs without joy or shame
And beauty lives in coincidence scrawled out on scraps of page
Oh, oh, oh, Emily
Oh, oh, oh, Emily
Oh, oh, oh, Emily