The good for nothing
The mirror reflects the toad
The slimy green skin
Bumps, lots of bumps
The deceptive ways
Trapping flies in my mouth
But there's one fly that I could catch
But never swallow
I may have been a broke prince
But she's always been broke
Working hard for everything
Working hard for her dreams
She wanted to please her papa so well
That she even took in a man like me
Oh I wish I was that sweet woman's dream
Like sleeping beauty dreaming
But she can't sleep with all her working
Oh prin-I mean working hard lady
If only I was your dream.
This toad of a prince
Awaiting your sweet kiss.
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