Laurence Overmire - Tower Window lyrics

The Prince was a stuffed-olive of a man Beautifully proper and horribly dull Little did she know that damn gla** slipper Would be her undoing Marrying a fantasy, a childish thumb-s**ing waste Of wishful thinking O that wicked godmother To fill her head full of lies! Sure, she had the palace, the servants The golden carriage and a Poodle named “Poof” But that “Happily Ever After” line was just A ruse, a convenient cover For all the despair, a brave smile To hide a secret longing for something real Something tangible, to hold in her arms Forever To feel the Earth, solid beneath her feet On hands and knees scrubbing, bleeding Rags to work new miracles A wild, impetuous roll in the cinders With a brash, uncultured stable boy Who takes her face between his laboring hands And kisses her, gently With a promise that can't be broken.