Fairywail

I’ve gone to old towers
And let down my hair
It gets really knotted
And I can’t find a mirror

I’ve eaten bright apples
And lied down like stone
But it’s never your number
Id on the phone

When attending large parties
I slip off my shoe
Then some drunken jerk says
“This ‘looong to yew?”

My finger’s been pricked
And it hurts quite severe
You’ve seen me wear Band-Aids
And yet, you don’t care

And if I had the nerve
I’d call you a beast
Just to see if it worked
For you aren’t, in the least

My days are so hectic
I just can’t get you to see
You’re the prince of a tale
And the damsel is me!

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