she was the princess
looking for her prince
staring at that mirror
looking for a kiss
wanted nothing more
then that pedestal
so she could be
fawned over.
her tiara
was a shot of
whatever you bought
now she’s knocked up,
who would of thought
broke and pregnant
the dimples gone
this bitch got fat
sing the song
sing that fucking song
sing the song
now it’s gone
pretty girl
pretty girl
you done fucked up
now your just
another girl
in the checkout lane.
