Mirror mirror on the wall,
Who's the fairest of them all?
She sits atop her white-gold tower,
Waiting for prince charming barring flowers,

She never speaks a fabled word,
She's always honest, never absurd,
A bitter lie never tasted on her tongue,
Her sweet voice like church bells rung,

She couldn't be prouder,
Be you pauper or prince,
It does not matter,
All your sins, her love could rinse,

The beauty of a goddess,
With eyes like the sun,
She'll hold you close,
And see your battles are won.