Frida Kahlo did wander along, This rigid existence, Life and life, Sadly, not so long, Will this be the future? The Age Of Aquarius, Same life as set? Who knows, as Frida Kahlo does wander along, No eye for the standard, Look here and there, A view of a different World, For Frida cares not for the standard, In this World, A Master? A Chef? A one who cleans your windows, Life is ahead, for Frida to live, I wonder how Frida was...