Lyrics:
Afghan woman, deemed a princessBorn a true blue thoroughbredHead a chiselled face of fablesOmen of no illHills that spread around your chamberBlooms that twine around your earsBlossoms of the royalest texture angel of the yearsClad in sacks and scraps of linenLiving 'neath your waterwellPraying that my youthy pauper's faceWill quench you wellGazelle girl striding through your palacePrecious jewels nestle in your hairRameses born with platinum futureTake my heart and care