Waiting For A Prince She's just a girl waiting on the world For a prince to come and save her Her eyes are bright and her hair curled And there is no-one prettier Yet she is full of self-doubt Will anybody love her? Her soft lips form a round pout As from slumber she does stir Just to find an empty space Instead of her dreamt-up sir She dresses in fancy white lace And waits inside her tower Will today make true her dreams? But it passes in a blur - 'Twas not that day, it seems. She's courted by an 'amateur' Who loves her more than any But she rejects his gifts of myrrh, Of his type there are too many And not enough of those she'd prefer One day she knows her prince will come And all her troubles he'll deter For no doubt he is the one - A master of love, a saboteur Of all matters of the heart, She does not know that he'll infer That she is not his other part O how harshly love does whir, She's just a girl waiting on the world For a prince who'll never save her.