I guess I never believed in love—
Well, ain't that a sad bed time story?
But I don't need an eternal bond
I'll just rent myself a fairy tale tonight
After hours I go dancing in
Ballrooms crowded with petite princess feet
I'm a sucker for a man in a suit but
Prince Charming will have gone by morning
(and I prefer it that way)

Well the pumpkin patch was destroyed by teenage boys
Of the mice, I only have their tails
These cigarette paper clothes could never be refined
But, fairy godmother, I'd be content
If you'd send someone to warm my bed

Don't you dare call me beautiful
The hag in the glass would be inclined to disagree
Evil queen purses her acid green lips
And I give a bow
To the little wooden boy.

(because I too can
dance without strings.)