• Her hair a bright red
    a heart under her eye
    I have not ever seen her cry
    An Emilie Autumn Valentine

    A violin in her hand
    A army of plague rats at her command
    And many things she cannot stand
    An Emilie Autumn Valentine

    She sits upon the harpsichord
    She talks to the lords
    and ladies who can afford
    An Emilie Autumn Valentine

    White is her fave apperal
    Her notes so mystical
    And her instrumentals so wonderful
    An Emilie Autumn Valentine

    Her love is for no one
    And with her, girls always have fun
    And in the end she won
    An Emilie Autumn Valentine

    And so she is the perfect
    And she is so magnificent
    And she will never marry, lady or gent
    An Emilie Autumn Valentine