I was so young when I met her
She took me by the hand
She took me
To the first floor
She sent me to the clouds
She took me
Into the stars
In her room, capricious smell
On the walls of parallel images
As beautiful as her daddy
Charlotte had the look
As beautiful as her mother
Charlotte had the audacity
To be herself, without losing her faith
To be herself, without losing her faith, in her
As beautiful as her dad
Charlotte had the looks
As beautiful as her mom
Charlotte had the audacity
To be herself , without losing her faith
To be herself, without losing her faith, in herself
Always a little lost in the clouds
Always a little lost in the stars