How can I be sleeping beauty
If there’s no such Cinderella
How can I find my Prince Charming
If there are no decent fellas

Call me naive
‘Cause I want to believe
In this cute little fantasy
But that’s just not happening

I’d rather it be my destiny
Where fairytales could find me
No choice of this, I won’t fathom
Anything surreal can happen
Even the unbelievable
Good will triumph over evil

How about a fairy godmother?
Someone to help me go under cover
An Angel or some pixie dust
Something I can’t see, but I can trust

If it’s delusions, that’s okay
Anything else is a mistake
Helpful creatures and the dwarfs
Leave me be with the singing birds

Trust me that I know it’s untrue
But dreams are what I hold on to
With none, what else would I do
But to get lost into a world
That’s just way too cruel

A story with happy endings
No more lies or just pretending
There has to be some magic out there
Or this world is just too unfair