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 times
Until it strips 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 on the floor
It's a gory
Sort of story
That's 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 take
To put a girl like this
Back together again
How many instances
Can you point out
When 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
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