Dear MariellanI am twenty-fivenI live alonenI think I might have found lovenBut I just don't knownThere's something wrongn'Cause he has another lovenAnd she's been buried a yearnAnd there might be a passing resemblancenBut... Dear Mariella, how can I compare?nTo the girl, to the girlnTo the girl, to the girl who was too beautiful?nIt's not fairnThere's a ghost in his housenIn his room, on his bed and this chairnAnd all my friends say it's not rightnBut I don't care, I'm gonna change my hairn'Cause he wants hernAnd I just want somebody therennDear MariellanIt's gone from bad to worsenIt feels like I'm chasing a hearsenAnd now I'm even wearing her clothesnI feel like a ghostnJust the other daynStaring from across the streetnI think I might have seen her mothernBut... Dear Mariella, she didn't see menJust the girl, just the girlnJust the girl, just the girl who was too beautifulnThere's a ghost in his housenIn his room, on his bed and this chairnAnd all my friends say it's not rightnBut I don't care, I'm gonna change my hairn'Cause he wants hernAnd I just want somebody therennMariella... Mariella...nDon't say that time is on my side...nThere's no picture... in the cellar...nShe's such a lovely place to hide...nOh, yours faithfullynWhat would you do if you were me?nWould you wanna let gonLike I wanna let gonI don't need to let gon'Cause I am the girl, I'm the girlnI'm the girl, I'm the girl who was too beautifulnThere's a ghost in his housenIn his room, on his bed and this chairnAnd all my friends say it's not rightnBut I don't care, I'm gonna change my hairn'Cause he wants hernAnd I just want somebody there