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 tricky
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 minutes until midnight
And you get your eyesight back?
Not to knock it
I've been off it
Never moving very much at once
It's been awkward
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
Til it doesn't mean a thing?
How many fittings must I sit through
With my big feet blistering?
How many strips until it hits 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 smiling
When your toes are bleeding through the floor
It's a gory sort of story
That's been told a million 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 will it take
To put a girl like this
Back together again?
How many instances can you point out
Where 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?
