Or find a frock designed to shock, designed to say "fuck you!"

I guess its the royal drill; to smile a lot and sit still Though I don't know why she's here And I'd really like to sock her

Just hold your head up high, and pray that you don't trip

Every day, more and more, I miss you. I can hardly bear it anymore

How've you been? All is well, I suppose. And you? William brings me an impossible sense of joy, but it's lovely to hear your voice

My future’s my design My story finally mine As I light the world...

She could sport something short, even bolder off-the-shoulder; Black chiffon will turn them on and tick this prince right off!

A pretty girl. Look at these pictures, they fawn over her because of her gowns and her shoes and her hairdos

I miss you most on Sundays

This is not what I expected A princess unperfected

I will make him love me I will prove that I can And I will be all that they require All that they require and demand

A kingdom fooled by a girl unschooled

William, my dear little prize It stops me to look in your eyes

Ain't nothin' like the hunt, ain't nothin' like the thrill Find the right bird, then go in for the kill!

They're leading separate lives In this royal rearrangement

I can take you for a rid All your troubles cast aside You'll dismount satisfied

The stories girls Are taught to believe Are not the stories That a girl should believe

Now, now, it's all set. We shall present you in Wales

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