I wish i was this princess way above the clouds, radiant with jewels,
indifferent highborn no need to get down
to ride this horse is below this crown
circumstances and events surely on my list,
I have to do this, i have to do that
to be what the crowd accepts
i myself is nobody ready to suppress
any feeling, any thought,
any soul that would distress

I wish I was this princess way above the clouds, with curly hair and a crinkled dress,
a smile incapable of a frown
never to scream, never to express
what goes on beneath this stiff modeled corset,
I wish I was this princess in the mind of the obsessed,
I wish I was this princess it would soon become my death. And I would mearly wear this sundress and be the talk of the town.