Après avoir déposer ses bagages dans la tente et prendre sa guitare, theo était aller faire un petit tour. Elle avait trouver cette petite maison par hasard,, et y était rentré.. Elle se posa sur le sol, adossée contre une petite montagne de ballon de basket, et commença à gratter les cordes de sa guitare. Un air d'une chanson de Nirvana. La jeune fille commença à chanter d'une voix grave, mais pas désagréable.
- My girl, my girl, don't lie to me,
Tell me where did you sleep last night.
In the pines, in the pines,
Where the sun don't ever shine,
I would shiver the whole night through.
My girl, my girl, where will you go?
I'm going where the cold wind blows.
In the pines in the pines,
where the sun don't ever shine,
I would shiver the whole night through
Her husband, was a hard working man,
Just about a mile from here.
His head was found in a driving wheel,
But his body never was found.
My girl, my girl, don't lie to me,
Tell me where did you sleep last night.
In the pines in the pines,
where the sun don't ever shine,
I would shiver the whole night through.
My girl, my girl, where will you go?
I'm going where the cold wind blows.
In the pines in the pines,
where the sun don't ever shine,
I would shiver the whole night through.
My girl, my girl, don't lie to me!
Tell me where did you sleep last night.
In the pines in the pines,
Where the sun don't ever shine,
I would shiver the whole night through.
My girl, my girl…"