I dare not speak of this nonsense.

This stitch will break apart
The lips that are planted on
My horrible face that is split
Down the middle to fool
Those that are too gullible.

I dare not dream of this nightmare.

When I close my brown eyes,
I will find myself wandering into
The arms of the Prince,
But I know that reality
Would stop the dream if it could.

I dare not listen to this musical.

I hear different people saying
"Go for the Prince!"
But I know that the Prince would
Never listen to my raspy voice
And I can only turn away.

I dare not dance to this rhythm.

I can feel my heart pound against
This broken chest when the Prince
Is ever near--or even speaks--
But that's the one thing that's
Stopping me from telling him.

I dare not succumb to this love.

Farewell my lovely Prince,
Because this ugly duckling--
Or the fake princess--
Can never have someone
That deserves much better.