Take Me Back in Time
Shari Figgens
Pretty Things
Tim Wedge

She’s always last, for games and dance
No handsome lad will take the chance
To look as though they think she’s fair
With her freckled skin and mousy hair

She has friends with pretty faces
And handsome men, who take them places
Their rooms are filled with wondrous décor
Their pretty things all bought and paid for

No one hears what the raven sings
No one feels the night’s soft wings
No one wants the gifts she brings
No one buys her pretty things
No one buys her pretty things