It's 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 they'd hurt her if they could
She's 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
The Teacher & The Storyteller:
He was longing for the shores of your porch
Romeo gently took what's 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 teacher's whim
A dreamer's scheme
Lies spread their wings and veil
It's 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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