Her long black hair Outdid the length of his own He was sometimes jealous of her He would use his magic and turn her to stone She would always forgive him in the end And their love affair would begin He would play with her and say he loved her still She was his object of passion; his target to kill Oh, how her long black hair Outdid the length of his own... He was so very jealous of her, her hair She seemed so oblivious, so unaware One night, after they had gone to bed he quietly woke up and cut off her head Nevermre would her long hair outdo the length of his own He caressed her head and let out a satisfied moan What once was hers, now was his It's a little thing called envy and that's how this story ends.