She’s not there,
Her hair not dark, her skin not fair,
Tara, the girl I’ll never bear
Her eyes not green, her mouth not full
Her personality isn’t everything but dull
Neither is her body big, she isn’t tall
Tara Isn’t there at all.
Somehow I wish she could be there
Life oh, life, you aren’t fair
My brain disease got in the way
Of having children like her anyway.