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?