F4 (Coypou)

In the morning she sneezes
As she makes her up in her digs
Her coffee is cold, toasted bread is burned
And jam is sticking in her hands
Shes late
Shes the pearl of the year
Shes smooth and shes precious
Pearl of the year
She waits for the hour
Pearl of the year
She hides while the kids are yelling
Pear shaped Pearl
Yes, tonight is the night
She cant find a dress that fits her
She puts large trousers
Dad is outside in the car
He says shes fine okay
Now shell
Be the pearl of the year
Two drinks and shes over
Pearl of the year
She rolls in a corner
Pearl of the year
She smiles as she falls
She dont care she is pearl