cinderella’s on her bedroom floor
she’s got a crush on the guy at the liquor store
cause mr. charming don’t come home anymore
and she forgets why she came here
sleeping beauty’s in a foul mood for shame
she says none for you dear prince, i’m tired today
i’d rather sleep my whole life away than have you keep me from dreaming
snow white is doing dishes again
cause what else can you do with seven itty bitty men
sends them to bed and she calls up a friend
says will you meet me at midnight
the tall blonde lets out a cry of dispair
says would have cut it myself if i knew men could climb hair
i’ll have to find another tower somewhere
and keep away from the window
once upon a time in a faraway kingdom
man made up a story
said that i should believe him
go and tell you white knight
that he’s handsome in hindsight
but i don’t want the next best thing
so i sing and hold my head down
and i break these walls round me
can’t take no more of your fairytale love
i don’t care
for your fairytale
you’re so worried bout the maiden
though you know she’s only waiting on the next best thing
you’re worried bout the maiden
though you know she’s used to waiting
spent here whole life being graded on the sanctity of patience
and a dumb appreciation
the story needs a mending and a better happy ending
cause i don’t want the next best thing
