Pool Position — Dear Princess Stephanie (feat. Lucky Pillow)

Pretty princess privilege. Silver spoon. Get up at noon.
Mother knows best in Monaco. A spell was cast long time ago.
Dresses ripped, glass slippers broken. Stephanie was not soft spoken.
Gilded cage combusts of boredom. Royal race - a chase for stardom.
What's the t, dear Stephanie? The hourglass is filled with sand. The world's a peach within your hand.

Oh, oh oh oh oh! Dear Stephanie. Oh oh oh!
Oh, oh oh oh oh! Dear Stephanie. Oh oh oh!

Short lived race car driver dreams, exchanged for Paris fashion gleams.
Magazine shoot in a swimsuit. The champagne never burnt, just brute.
An endless trail of useless men. Some of she'll never meet again.
The glossy, slander press was happy. Another breakup? Now who's her papi?
What's the t, dear Stephanie? The hourglass is full of sand. The world's a peach within your hand.

Oh, oh oh oh oh! Dear Stephanie. Oh oh oh!
Oh, oh oh oh oh! Dear Stephanie. Oh oh oh!

The rocky roads of Monaco. Grace at the wheel, too fast you know.
Out of control. Quelle tragedie. The mother's dead. Poor Stephanie.
It's all her fault, the tabloids said. The nation's wrath is in her head.
Champagne tears for all these years. While lovers cheat, in satin sheets.

What's the t dear Stephanie? They just dont see, dont understand.
You dont obey the king's command. The world's a peach within your hand.

The game is played, the race is over. No more need to self discover.
You carried on, with out dear Grace.You live your life, you found your place.
Of lovers had, do not be mad. What future holds might turn to gold.
What future holds might turn to gold. What future holds might turn to gold.

Oh, oh oh oh oh! Dear Stephanie. Oh oh oh!
Oh, oh oh oh oh! Dear Stephanie. Oh oh oh!
Oh, oh oh oh oh! Dear Stephanie. Oh oh oh!
Oh, oh oh oh oh! Dear Stephanie. Oh oh oh!



Credits
Writer(s): Mats Brattlie
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