No Prince Charming
The white horse has been put out to pasture
The shining armor rusts on the cellar floor
You take off your dress; say you’re a damsel in distress.
You’re a little late babe, I don’t slay dragons anymore.
Yeah I can still swing my sword as good as ever
But, the fighting and the knighting became such a bore
Every princess that I find keeps changing her fickle mind
So I quit the rescue business; slaying dragon's not my chore.
Many a young maiden I have saved in bygone days
Waged battles that left me bruised and battered and sore
To watch them slither like a lizard into the arms of another evil wizard
Seems the ogres, trolls and goblins won when I tallied the final score.
So save the pensive cries for help, they only fall upon deaf ears
The promises of rich and lush rewards, I don’t listen to like I did before
You may find this news alarming but, I ain’t no dang Prince Charming
Find some other sucker to save you ‘cause I don’t slay dragons anymore.
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