Obscene smile on her lips
Wanton shake of hips
Looking good after dark
She gonna swing outta the trailer park
Hair bleached crimped and braided
Push up bra blue eye shadow
And bubble gum pink lipstick
At the local bar
running her local trick
While she keeps her secret self
hidden far away
Lost in fairy tales
and a wore out diary
Water stained with tears
Pages filled with fears
Deep inside
A little girl holding on
One day she’s gonna be a princess
That Charming will come roaring up
Maybe in a shackled hot rod
Maybe on a raggedy motorbike
Either way his armor will shine
She swears it’s true
All she has to do
Is do
what she’s
got to do
To survive
till she meets you
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