A pin pricked her and blood fell to a fitted sheet
of fabric, that was lying on the oak workplace,
she couldn’t bare herself to sew the pleat.

Many men wanted her to tailor their suits complete,
but all she wanted to do was efface.
A pin pricked her and blood fell to a fitted sheet.

And it’s true, the girl was quite petite
when she let them pay her, just in case
she couldn’t bare herself to sew the pleat.

She would often cry, and take the mistreat
and know it as a falling from grace.
A pin pricked her and blood fell to a fitted sheet.

And with needles thin, she sewed designs discreet
although people still knew her face,
she couldn’t bare herself to sew the pleat.

Later they would find her body in the street,
and her life would be nothing but a blank space.
A pin pricked her and blood fell to a fitted sheet,
she couldn’t bare herself to sew the pleat.