Princess Perfect (A)

Once upon a time in a fairytale
lived a little girl they call Miss Perfect
She was all "I want!" "I get!" "I say!" "You do!"
"Kiss my hand, on your knees, give it to me now!"
She don't want pretty dresses, make-up, hair do's 'cos that's just not her
She'd rather hang out party, get drunk, fall down like a rock star
And when they talk about her the gossip is that she's insane Princess Perfect!
She's got green hair, tattoos, nose rings all her clothes she likes to tear
She's way beyond repair she was throwing up at c___tail parties
Lord and Lady b___face stopped and started you know she didn't care
Her daddy always told her
"Wait till you get older, there's more important things to life"
Little white picket fences she'll drink to numb her senses
Oh daddy please why don't you understand? It's my life!
See, this was the a story of Little Miss Naughty
But you couldn't tell her, she's no Cinderella or Sleeping Beauty or even Snow White
It's quarter past midnight but she parties all night so this is how the story ends
JIF



Credits
Writer(s): Tim Goodacre, Stuart Andrew Roslyn, Stephanie Watson, Rula Talhouni
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com

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