i'm not a princess; this ain't a
i'm not the one you'll sweep
off her feet, lead
her up the stairwell.
this ain't hollywood.
this is a smalltown.
i was a dreamer before you went
and let me down.
it's too late for you
and your white horse to
THE RAIN STARTS TO POUR
YOUR HEART BEGINS TO SOAR AND YOU FIGURE
OUT RIGHT THEN THAT HE IS MORE THAN YOU
COULD HAVE EVER HOPED FOR. AND THE RAIN
WASHES THE TEARS AWAY. BECAUSE WITH HIM
NEW DAY ¢¾