I’ve often heard many girls say
That they want a charming prince.
Night after night, day after day
I thought there was nothing wrong with this.
They wanted a knight in shining armor,
A man of power and fame,
A person of pure glamour,
But human all the same.
And I began to wonder
What is the knight, you see,
This knight in shining armor
Just who is he
And I began to think about my favorite things
My pens, headphones
And the shoes that I would bring
They all started out new
Fresh and neat
But that is no longer true
My favorite shoes aren’t those new ones
They are the ones that I’ve had all the memories with
They were with me even in the rain; yes those one
The ones that no longer fit
And now I hate the glamour
Cause with the charming prince has been bested
A knight in shining armor
Has never had his metal tested.