Write tales about me,
as a girl who you met near a vending machine
after you tossed in a coin.
Make me your poetry,
Make me come alive and
Hear me in every love song.
Only this time I won't be a princess__
I've never been to a ball.

I'll be that girl who club-hops with you
in black tight dresses
Under the moon light.
See, our tale is of a new era
Where queens are high on spirit
Not on power.
They know how it...