Cinderella
Why shouldn't I get the fairytale,
I'm the queen to who you should hail,
The princess in disguise,
A beauty from the world I hide.
Why can't he be my prince?
On his mechanical horse,
armed with the weapons of the future,
From the journey his voice course.
Why can't I go to the ball,
A magazine, I get the call,
With the sparkling sleeves,
Tiara worn high as stunning as Summer leaves,
Linked armed and I shine,
Up the mountain I have climbed.
Why shouldn't I be led down the isle?
A vision in white,
Of presents there is a pile.
Why can't he look down at me and smile,
So gorgeous my heart will pause,
Because he choose me from the other girls claws.
This world isn't me,
And I don't need you,
Alone and at peace,
There is nobody there who,
Could wave the wand for me,
That is my job so to speak,
I need nobody,
And they don't need me,
I am a locked box,
To which nobody has my key,
Maybe it's locked inside my heart,
Beginning to look,
At my mind for a start
Why cant I be cinderella?
The girl in the fairy tale.
Simple,
My role is that of the godmother,
In my tasks I shall not fail.
I'll turn you into who you want,
And need to be,
And mend the parts,
Ready to get the prince for you,
Who stole both our hearts,
Because I work the magic,
There is nobody else who,
Could create such amazement,
With the words,
Bibbity Bobity Boo.
I'm the queen to who you should hail,
The princess in disguise,
A beauty from the world I hide.
Why can't he be my prince?
On his mechanical horse,
armed with the weapons of the future,
From the journey his voice course.
Why can't I go to the ball,
A magazine, I get the call,
With the sparkling sleeves,
Tiara worn high as stunning as Summer leaves,
Linked armed and I shine,
Up the mountain I have climbed.
Why shouldn't I be led down the isle?
A vision in white,
Of presents there is a pile.
Why can't he look down at me and smile,
So gorgeous my heart will pause,
Because he choose me from the other girls claws.
This world isn't me,
And I don't need you,
Alone and at peace,
There is nobody there who,
Could wave the wand for me,
That is my job so to speak,
I need nobody,
And they don't need me,
I am a locked box,
To which nobody has my key,
Maybe it's locked inside my heart,
Beginning to look,
At my mind for a start
Why cant I be cinderella?
The girl in the fairy tale.
Simple,
My role is that of the godmother,
In my tasks I shall not fail.
I'll turn you into who you want,
And need to be,
And mend the parts,
Ready to get the prince for you,
Who stole both our hearts,
Because I work the magic,
There is nobody else who,
Could create such amazement,
With the words,
Bibbity Bobity Boo.
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Oh my goodness! I wrote this well over a year ago, at ten to one at night! When I was younger, I was never the pretty one. Even now, but back then I was badly over weight, had cropped hair, some spots. I was never the princess of the fairytale. I never want to be now, but then... My friends would ask me for advice a lot, as young as they were, and so I wrote this.