moonlit the night as she lay on the side
of her bed not sleeping
clang round her pillow as fast as she could
she was softly weeping
the clock turned from two to three
noone had come to see
no knight from a noble house
would be her spouse
out in the greens of the forest it seemed
not a move was rendered
one thing she hated to be bound to wait
just because of her gender
the clock turned from three to four
and still no knock on the door
it was just like every night
and still he might show up this time
then she got up grabbed the boombox and left
but a note on the table
i won't wait for chance gonna get me a prince
make a good end to this fable
the clock turned from four to five
she was gonna be a wife
but not to the bloody first
douchebag that came through her window
the clock turned from five to six
the neighborhood princes are pricks
no lady should wait to be abducted
i'm not a bimbo
that's just fairytale syndrome