When I was a little girl
My mom used to read fairytales to me
like Cinderella, Snow White
Beauty and the Beast and Sleeping Beauty

Someday I will find my prince
He'll be the one that I can't resist
I've closed my eyes to shut out reality
until he rides up and awakens me with a kiss

The clock has struck midnight
but I am still waiting for it
waiting for my chance
to see if the glass slipper will fit

My mom said then that I was a beauty
and I have had many beasts since
but none of them have ever
turned into a handsome prince

I've had a sleepy, a dopey and a grumpy too
just like poor Snow White
and I found out quickly enough
that even they didn't turn out right

I guess it is time to grow up
and I should stop pretending
but I will keep asking one question
Where is my happy ending?