Someday Your Prince Will Come


Someday Your Prince Will Come

 

Distant cat’s glare well-dressed but a little rowdy

She said I was a little too uptight but does it still matter

Listening to Miles Davis, I am reminded

She was a woman I once loved

 

I haven’t seen her in years

She was still short even with a pair of boots

She has neither dreams nor aspirations but that’s okay—so was me

But does it matter since we are completely different

Listening to Davis tonight, I say

Someday your prince will come

 

We ate in a café and she sells books

She said she wanted to go to Russia and meet his prince—Medvedev

Or Dima as she dearly calls him—

I bought her books and brought her closer to her prince

As long as it makes her happy

Someday her prince will come and it won’t be me

 

I haven’t seen her in years

She’s still pretty and lovely and she swears more than ever

She said I was a little uptight but does it still matter

Her face was a canvas of broken dreams and hopes

Doesn’t know what to do except to die

And listening to Davis as I think of her

Her prince will be too late at this rate

And by the time he arrives,

She might just kick him in the arse

 

Her heart has been locked up over the years

She sells books and she has no dreams

Her eyes are never red from crying

And she has no need for a prince

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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