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Call me Cinderella

In glittered golden dress

At my side the great jester

Well you know the rest

I laugh and I linger

With courted companion

But what of the knighthood

You’ve all but abandoned

And when your jokes turn to curdle

The fantasy gone sour

Ticking and toking

Until midnight hour

The monotony returns

Before clock hitting time

My loving heart silenced

Lacking reason to rhyme

It knows I no Cinderella

Just a washing wench past

And you hold no virtue

To make the dream last

If not my prince charming

I fear there's no ball

No joke left to linger

If I can't have it all

{Revised 9/21/11}

I will be your princess

in my glittered and golden dress

You at my side, my joker

and I shall laugh at every jest

Yet when the night arrives

you jokes will curdle, gone sour

and my fantasy will not wait

to dissipate at the midnight hour

My monotony will return as normal

vastly prior to the foretold time

As my mind becomes hectic

and my heart silent as a mime

For it knows I am no Cinderella

if you will not become my Prince Charming

Be mine, virtuous and true

I fear without there is no ball

If I cannot be with you

{Original}

i will be your Cinderella

in my pretty white dress

and you will be my joker

and i will laugh at your every jest

but when the ball comes

your jokes will tourn sour

and i will not have to wait

till the midnight hour

for my life will be back to normal

long before that time

and my life will be hectic

and my heart silent like a mime

know I'm not your Cinderella

if you can't be my price charming

ever so virtuous and true

and i don't know what's left of the ball

if i can't go with you