I'm not a princess, this ain't a fairytale, I'm not the one you sweep off her feet, lead her up the stairwell.
And I just noticed...
There was a red car in front of my house
I looked at it with no significance
With an irritated glance
And slammed the door shut
It bore an emblem on it's hood
A fierce black horse standing on two feet
But it doesn't make any difference
It's just a red car
An expensive red car
I'm not moved.
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