| 1 She's a girl with a pedigree, She's a girl brimming
with style,
She's a girl blessed with her mother's looks
And her father Zeus's winning smile.
If she'd only said "No thank you, Paris,
I'm a happy married girl,
And the man I love, to that man I'll be true",
If she'd just said "No thank you, Paris"
How diff 'rent things would be,
For there'd have been no Helen of Troy. |
2 Nine long years in her palace sieged, Nine long years
sat at her loom,
Nine long years weaving her tragic tale,
Matchless beauty still midst the gloom.
Never was there such unbounded sorrow, yet beauty fill a face,
As bitter foes together praised her name,
For all who fought had but compassion, so utter her dismay;
For Aphrodite's to blame.
She's a girl .... + Reprise |
