Why...
I am the one!
Don't I look perfect?
Am I not the princess?
What...
What has gone wrong?

Why...
I am the one!
What would I want
With that... bloody shoe?
What...
Keep it, please do!

Why...
I am the one!
I'm not your mistress!
I am in distress!
What...
Do I do in this shit dress?

I wish, I wish, I had a wish
I'd wish this:
That on your way home
The river's bridge
Would break, of course!

And you'd fall
Off that horse
And you'd drown
Nothing remains
But your crown
And I'd crawl
To the shore
And hear you scream
Until you were hoarse
And watch you sink
Without remorse!

And in due course
I'd dash back home
And with due force
Drive one of those spikes
Through Cindy's eye
Into her empty brain
There is her crown!
I'd laugh while she cries
That silly little elve

She, that bimbo
With the glassy shoe!
What else can I do
If neither crying
Nor cheating help?!
I'll help myself!
So I won't be the one
That's left on the shelve!

If I stay shoeless
I will be ruthless
See, I got the guts
To cut my heel off
For I am no princess!

So - Why the ado?
Why all these shouts and wails?
That's what they are like -
These lovely modern fairy tales!

So then, dear Blondie,
Better think twice
And tell me:

I  AM  THE  ONE!
Do I look perfect!
I am your princess!