I was born in the wrong era.
Though I wear pants,
I want to dress like Cinderella.

I want my corset to dig into my skin,
And my ******* to pop.
Is my life anything like that?
I must tell you...of course not!

I want my lover to feed me fruit,
And touch me as if I am made of gold.
Men nowadays are nothing like that.
They are too **** bold... or old!

I want to receive love letters
And go on walks on the park.
I want to go to fancy *****
And criticize cheap art.

I was born in the wrong era.
And though I talk too much
I want a man to kiss me before I start.

If only...