You call me a princess.
But this can't be true.
A princess has grace,
Along with nice shoes.
Her hair, always perfect
Her outfit, just right
She speaks with class and never with spite.
But you claimed something different.
You told me I was wrong.
You told me I was a princess
In that class I do belong.
A fair maiden is beautiful
With captivating eyes
A princess is lovely,
And you are the epitome.
So a princess you are.
I hope you to be mine.
Well I can genuinely tell you guys that I have no idea whats going on here. This conversation (more or less) went down on skype last night after some ukulele playing... gah. I'm so nervous and girly lately haha its weird for me. I really like this guy :) and cant focus on my midterm work now haha.