I am not a fairytale lady, boy
You can put me in any Cinderella story
Still prince charming wasn’t my thing
Romance for me just a hell of routines
Killing for realities,
Crying for happy ending
Oh, that’s why for you boy,
Just give me a shock of warming sun
Seal me on a steamed seat of a truck,
Bring me up gas containers and spinto band,
Traffic, dehydration and lack of romance
I DON’T GIVE A FUCKING CARE,
Cos I will fall for you, anyways…
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