Once upon a time, in a city far far away (somewhere in Jersey),
lived a beautiful princess,
who was at an intersection,
somewhere near Bayonne,
and very, very confused.
she tossed her hair back,
pulled in her corset,
adjusted her heels,
fixed her lipstick,
making sure there was no crust
in the corners of her lips,
and she straightened her back
as she lifted her nose in the air slightly,
took in a deep breathe of
fresh Atlantic City air,
fixed the strap of her Forever 21 gown
(that she told everyone was Dolce & Gabbana)
and sashayed her way to the bus,
where she would then catch the path
to then walk to a subway
to get to her sister
who would surely have good advice...
so, here she goes...
his name was Rocco, he was a showgirl,
with yellow feathers in his hair
shirt unbuttoned down to there...
he would merengue, and do the cha-cha,
someday i knew he'd be a star
as i watched him tending bar...
u asking wtf?
yea, i know...
you'll know what i'm talkin bout.