People nowadays are trying to find
Their Cinderella or their Juliet to go
To their Romeo or to find Rapunzel and
Have her let down her hair, or to find
Their Bella to accept them as the Beast
People are looking for these people but
I’m  not
The thing with fairy tales is….there  not  real
In the bright real world we live in fairy tales
Are made up, there’s no Cinderella, no Juliet
No Bella, the world is a cruel mean place that
People don’t see
That’s why I’m  not looking for them
I’m just looking for a girl who will hold the key
To my heart and treasure it like it was the key to
Their own happiness. Fairy tales don’t exist but
Maybe there can still be a happy  *ending

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She collected sea shells
I collected sand
She searched for the perfect one
I reached down my hand

I carried a bucket
A basket she did whirl
Mine was filled with tiny grains
Hers with mother of pearl

She came out each morning
Me, just late at night
She adored the sunrise
I loved the moon light

Then one day it happened
My alarm clock didn’t ring
I woke to a rising sun
It was the weirdest thing

I ran down to the shoreline
My bucket in my hand
It’s then I saw her gorgeous face
While I collected sand

I found a perfect seashell
And watched her eyes grow wide
She held out her basket
I placed the shell inside

Then she reached down before me
And gathered in her hand
I held out my bucket
She filled it up with sand

And now each day and evening
We walk along the shore
She told me that she loves me
And her I do adore

So if you see us out there
Strolling hand in hand
Know...she’s collecting sea shells
And I’m collecting sand