I might not be your Cinderella
But you ain't my Prince Charming
You act like a hot shot fella
But your arms ain't that warming
I might not be your Snow White
Waiting for your kiss to bloom
But I am sure as hell you ain't my knight
For your lies I have no room
I might not be your Belle
Waiting for you to tame your beast
I finally got the key to my cell
And am throwing my own love feast
I may not be your Repunzel
With all the beauty and the very long hair
But in this prison I learned how to climb a hill
Move along now I need some air
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