At night you gave away your virginity to a few soldiers.
With weapons and violence they wrote filthy in your blanc forhead.
Infiltrate you and mug your personal integrity.
Twitch and turn your hair with feets wiggeling in the air.
Warriors kept climbing.
They liked your hair upptight and so they liked the handcuffed wrists.
You won't survive in the land far beyond until you let the pigtail get seperated from the rest of you with the scissors.
Let the snow fall and problems grow old.

Rapunzel, your mother forbid you to let your hair get so long.
Rather live in celibat than preposterous thoughts from men,  Rapunzel said as she slowly dried.
No apologies Rapunzel, your mistakes is my mistakes, the mother cried.
Than Rapunzel took her scissor and drove to the bottom of her dignity.
No mistakes were ever made, if you take my apologies to you my mother, for giving birth to me.
Rapunzel, nothing is infinity.
And may your mistakes be with me, the mother said, took the scissor and ripped up her soul and rented it for free.