Princess Coldheart closed her eyes And waited for the kiss to snap the chain between her lips They waited proud, they waited willing Filed in, failed, and so she k**ed them Sitting on her cutgla** throne for 40 years without a phone Without a single word 100 thousand would-be suitors Dead because they couldn't move her In the courtyard flowers bloomed They drapped themselves round tombs and rows of crosses Pretty flowers bloom They drapped themselves round tombs and rows of crosses Some were daring, tried the tricks they'd learned in France Some would touch her hand Money signs etched in their eyes She sensed it and one by one they died Others chanted poems, even showered her with strange expensive gifts. She couldn't read, she owned the best She laid their flattery to rest In the courtyard flowers bloomed They drapped themselves round tombs and rows of crosses Pretty flowers bloom They drapped themselves round tombs and rows of crosses Then, one october night The humble village fool caught sight of Coldheart and he fell He smashed a rock against her throne He snatched her hand and took her home Happily they lived forever after He wears her chain upon his chest She even lets him kiss her breast In the courtyard flowers bloomed They drapped themselves round tombs and rows of crosses In their garden flowers grew They pick them and decorate their room, it's touching It's touching, so touching It's touching, so touching, ahhh....