Of all the gifts I’ve been given, though it may sound perverse
My favorite was the one that some called a curse
That I should grow up perfectly, like a flower bud
But fall into a sleep like death when first I saw my blood
And here you are to wake me
You’ve stormed the palace door
But oh my dear Prince Charming
Can’t I sleep five minutes more?
It was you who slayed the dragon, who braved the thorny hedge
Just as I had hoped for, just as you had pledged
We’re living out the story, each the archetype
But what if, when you taste the fruit you find it’s still unripe?
And here you are to wake me
The one I’ve waited for
But oh my dear Prince Charming
Can’t I sleep five minutes more?
When I awake we’ll lead a life of banquets, hunts and balls
We’ll have the servants wipe 100 years of dust off those glass halls
And happily ever after I will be the Charming wife
But can’t I sleep a little more before we start that life?
Now you’re here to wake me
But please my sweet señor
Oh please my dear Prince Charming
Can’t I sleep five minutes more?
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