Laces, Satin, silk and their pretty sheen;
Blue big eyes overdone with Maybelline
Lavender crowns and a bed of rose petals
My neck draped with long strings of pearls
Standing on the stairs with red high heels
The dream of every girl, Cinderella to me;
Yeah, I dream and I dream a lot of fairytales
But if, If a genie sprang out of the flames
Or, If fairy godmother walked out of a cloud
I, I wouldn’t be so sure to wish it out aloud.
I Eat up food, sauce smeared on my nose
Laugh out loud, write my own terrible prose
Sing out of tune and make false promises
Fall clumsily and be far far from Perfectness.
I think I like being myself, no haughty princess,
Dorky and proud, a royal sans the dresses.
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