There's a woman in the kitchen there's a baby in the crib I've got a pipe and slippers the gla** I hold is filled I'd look just like a family man if you went by the signs But I'm just playing prince tonight the castle isn't mine This easy chair you see me in belongs to someone else I wore his robe and drink his wine and kiss the lips he left But soon he'll be returning hope he doesn't miss the wine Although I'm playing prince tonight the castle isn't mine I dread my old apartment in habitet by dust I hate to get out of his chair and I know I must I know how Cinderella felt when she ran out of time Though I've been playing prince tonight the castle isn't mine Yes I've been playing prince tonight but the castle isn't mine