When I believed in magic things were good. I wanted to be a princess the way any little girl would. But I grew up and now my heart's not on my sleeve 'Cause I'm not that little girl and I'm no longer naive.
When I believed in magic things were nice Prince Charming was only a ride away in a chariot with mice But I'm not the way I was before, I believe That I'm not that little girl and I'm no longer naive.
When I believed in magic, when you lied I believed in Prince Ali and in his magic carpet ride. But I'm older now and I'm starting to see That I'm not that little girl and I'm no longer naive.
This might be my favorite poem that I've ever written