When I wished for prince charming
A man so disarming
That I would fall into his arms
I dreamed of a man
Who could open up a can
Of brilliant ideas and words warm
And I’ve told you time and again
I really don’t need any more friends
But you’ve stuck with me straight to this end
Every night my candle goes out
And my room is cold and dark
Pick up a fairy tale I don’t know about
And read it just on a lark
And I’ll get another text interruption
Telling me of your diarrhea eruption;
I would anything for love
But I won’t do you.
Won’t do you!
I don’t even know.