No one’s asking to go dancing It’s not like that anymore It’s romantic if they mean it When they shut your fingers in the door It’s a gory sort of story That’s been told a hundred times before It gets tricking, don’t be picky If the slipper fits you wear it, whore
How many tips can I take home tonight Without them getting mad? How many stitches do you think it takes To fix a cut that bad? How many minuets until midnight And you get your eyesight back?
Not to knock it I’ve been of it Never moving very much at once It’s been akward I still offer it When it’s that time of
Other girls shower But I give out flowers To curious strangers Who throw dollars at my feet
How many crimes can I try Spotting dry before it leaves a stain? How many times say that I love you till it doesn’t mean a thing? How many fittings must I sit through With my big feet blistering? How many times until it strips me And my big mouth strikes again?
I’m not asking to go dancing I’m not that dumb anymore It’s exhausting to keep smileing When your toes are bleeding on the floor It’s a gory sort of story That’s been told a hundred times before Don’t be sorry! Just ignore me Because honestly I’m
Too sore from fitting exactly To ride into setting suns Aching to stand on my own two feet
How many wishes do I still have left To fix the way it ends? How many princes do you think it takes To put a girl like this back together again? How many instances can you point out When I was less than kind? How many happy endings do you need To change your fucking mind? And how much time do we have left Before it’s midnight and You see that I was never the right size?