no one´s asking to go dancing its not like that anymore
its romantic if they mean it when they shut your fingers in the door
its a gory sort of story thats been told a hundred times before

it gets tricky dont 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
its been awkward i still offer it when its 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 doesnt mean a thing
how many fittings must i sit through with my big feet blistering
how many times until it strips me and my big mouth strikes again

i´m not asking to go dancing i´m not that dumb anymore
its exhausting to keep smiling when your toes are bleeding on the floor
its a gory sort of story thats been told a hundred 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 do you think
it takes 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?