You Don'T Meet Prince Charming At a Bar
He takes me in his arms
Leading me in his hypnotic dance
His arms are strong
As he embraces me
Twirling and grinding his body
Suggestively into mine
The music pounds
And tantalizes my ears
The lights they excite me
And if the liquor is
Thick in my veins
I can almost see him...
The man on the white horse
The man who is purely fantasy
And will never exist
But, oh how I would love for him to be real!
To fall in love in just one night
And to have him carry me off to never never land
But instead I wake up
From my fantasy
And look instead into
The eyes of a drunken lover
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