no one's asking to go dancing its not like that anymore its romantic if they mean it when they shut your fingers in the door its a gory sort of story thats been told a hundred times before it gets tricky dont be picky if the slipper fits you wear it whore how many tips can i take home tonight without them getting mad how many stitches do you think it takes to fix a cut that bad how many minutes until midnight and you get your eyesight back not to knock it i've been off it never moving very much at once its been awkward i still offer it when its that time of other girls shower but i give out flowers to curious strangers who throw dollars at my feet how many crimes can i try spotting dry before it leaves a stain how many times say that i love you til it doesnt mean a thing how many fittings must i sit through with my big feet blistering how many times until it strips me and my big mouth strikes again i'm not asking to go dancing i'm not that dumb anymore its exhausting to keep smiling when your toes are bleeding on the floor its a gory sort of story thats been told a hundred times before don't be sorry just ignore me because honestly i'm too sore from fitting exactly to ride into setting suns aching to stand on my own two feet how many wishes do i still have left to fix the way it ends how many princes do you think it takes to put a girl like this back together again how many instances can you point out where i was less than kind how many happy endings do you need to change your fucking mind and how much time do we have left before it's midnight and you see that i was never the right size?