Poison Apples

Who's the fairest of them all,
Walking though the whitened hall?
The one followed
No boys sorrowed
and followed
by the call

Sitting in the cafe now,
The rival, drink raised now,
And throws the warmed drink.
The adored can't think.
Run away home,
Somewhere alone.

The lights of the dance club shine
And the loved, he is fine.
Dancing under lights,
the prince comes tonight.
To love him,
Be with him.