One Day

I was brought up in taffeta dresses
And taught to be pretty and precious
Spending my playtimes with plastic princesses
Who all had those bodies, just utterly ludicrous
Miniscule waists and huge boobs and it's all nipple-less and no pubes
And no creases, I mean jesus, it's pretty confusing
Especially at six

In that fairytale world, all the girls end up happy ever after
Wooing their knights in shining armor
But some nights down the track, you can be they'll be trapped
Spending nights in shining armor
While their knights spend their nights at a bar
Or at a ball with some harlot
I'm not bitter, it's just better that I don't fall for all that romantic bullshit
Now that I'm older