No one's asking to go dancing, it's not like that anymore,
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It's romantic if they mean it when they shut your fingers in the door,
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It's a gory sort of story that's been told a hundred times before,
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It gets tricky don't be picky if the slipper fits you wear it whore.
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How many tips can I take home tonight without them getting mad,
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How many stitches do you think it takes to fix a cut that bad,
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How many minutes until midnight and you get your eyesight back?
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Not to knock it I've been off it never moving very much at once.
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It's been awkward, I still offer it when its that time of,
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Other girls shower but I give out flowers,
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To curious strangers who throw dollars at my feet.
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How many crimes can I try spotting dry before it leaves a stain,
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How many times say that I love you til it doesn't mean a thing,
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How many fittings must I sit through with my big feet blistering,
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How many times until it strips me and my big mouth strikes again?
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I'm not asking to go dancing I'm not that dumb anymore,
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It's exhausting to keep smiling when your toes are bleeding on the floor,
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It's a gory sort of story that's been told a hundred times before,
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Don't be sorry just ignore me because honestly,
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I'm too sore from fitting exactly to ride into setting suns aching to
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stand on my own two feet.
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How many wishes do I still have left to fix the way it ends,
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How many princes do you it takes to put a girl like this back together again,
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How many instances can you point out when I was less than kind,
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How many happy endings do you need to change your fucking mind,
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And how much time do we have left before it's midnight and,
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You see that I was never the right size?
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Glass Slipper
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| The Dresden Dolls |
