Little raven haired girl was intoxicated on
(Lily of the valley sweetness)
The apple blossoms melting bitter on her tongue
Dance, sweat, shake, little princess

She played with peroxide at thirteen
Trying to deny her genetics
(Daddy gets that look in his eye,
And says that she looks like mama,
Who’s been ten years dead)

Baby ran away at seventeen,
Looking for romance and a little breathing room
Daddy said to bring her back alive
(Good thing princess has friends in high places)
But he couldn’t ever find her

She’s got the whole ‘spring goddess’ thing going on
Only, doesn’t spring equal rebirth?
Her grasp-attention-love-affection is death
At least, heartinacoma
Princess is a bad, bad girl

She passed out from one too many apple schnapps
Into an eternity long sleep
The seven little men cleaned up
the puke and piss stains
And waited for Prince Charming to bring the
cold water

She woke with a gasp,
Sputtering and wiping away smeared eyeliner.
They rode off into the pink and peach sunset-

And then prince charming learned:
Sleeping beauty was a whore