I bit the apple — it tasted like plastic The prince turned out to be mildly sarcastic So I built a castle out of carousel horses And changed all the rules mid-lesson, of course-es
Oh, darling, don’t grow up too fast They’ll sell your tears in a champagne glass They’ll call you crazy, call you sweet Then tie pink ribbons around your feet please teach me melanie marie
I painted my nails with the juice of a blackberry While the grown-ups screamed sorry on a broken TV My teacher’s a doll with her mouth sewn tight She said, “Color inside the lines, dear, or you’ll lose your light” I bit the apple — it tasted like