Oh Emily

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