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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