Did I abuse her
Or show her disdain?
Why does she run from me?
If I should lose her
How shall I regain
The heart she has won from me?

Agony
Beyond power of speech
When the one thing you want
Is the only thing out of your reach

High in her tower
She sits by the hour
Maintaining her hair
Blithe and becoming
And frequently humming
A lighthearted air
Ah, ah-ah, ah, ah-ah, ah

Agony
Far more painful than yours
When you know she would go with you
If there only were doors

Agony
Oh, the torture they teach

What's as intriguing
Or half so fatiguing
As what's out of reach?

Am I not sensitive
Clever
Well mannered
Considerate
Passionate
Charming
As kind as I'm handsome
And heir to a throne?

You are everything maidens could wish for
Then why no?
Do I know?
The girl must be mad

You know nothing of madness
'Til you're climbing her hair
And you see her up there
As you're nearing her
All the while hearing her
"Ah-ah, ah-ah-ah, ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah"

Agony
Misery
Woe
Though it's different for each

Always ten steps behind
Always ten feet below
And she's just out of reach

Agony
That can cut like a knife
I must have her to wife