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