She's only a bird in a gilded cage,
A beautiful sight to see,
You may think she's happy and free from care,
She's not, though she seems to be
A beautiful sight to see,
You may think she's happy and free from care,
She's not, though she seems to be
Taught from infancy that beauty, submissiveness and domesticity are a woman's sceptre, the mind shapes itself to the body, and roaming round its gilt cage, only seeks to adorn its prison.