Its her prom night. A night of love from the first sight Of royal dresses and a carriage ride A kiss to seal her lips of rouge As she enters She steals the stares of the dancers A sudden fear turns against her As if theyd hurt her if they could Shes heading fast towards a faster answer Drunk queen of the night No charming prince to make it better, elsewhere Just one more sip of wine He was longing for the shores of your porch Romeo gently took whats yours and refused to let go It was such a celebration Night was yours and you were his He threaded your strings of devastation Used you like a puppeteer Her teachers whim A dreamers scheme Lies spread their wings and veil Its her prom night A night of love from the first sight A night of naive dreams and endless lies Who really kissed her lips of rouge?
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