I was your fairy tale,
I was carried on a springtime breeze,
delivered on a paper plate.
You stole my sweetened cherry,
that day you set me free,
it was sweet,
so sweet,
my cherry, when you stole it,
you sank your teeth right in,
such pain,
as you bit me,
when you ripped away my innocence,
you stole my girl,
you released me,
you set me free,
to explore and to feel,
my life became real,
when my precious virginity, thou dids't steal.
(C) Livvi