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Of Princes and ToadsWhere has all the honor gone?The simple courtesy?Wheres the knight in shining armorTo come and rescue me?Ive been wasting yearsGiving frogs a kiss.Im just a bit impatient.Why cant I find a Prince?Wheres a man who knowsJust how to please a lady?Like a certain GreaserDid for his dear Sandy.And if you know me wellYou know just what I mean.And if, by chance, you dont,Its not quite what it seems.I want a man with honorA fella strong and boldA guy wholl make me laughWho has a heart of gold.Is it possible to find him?Is there even such a man?All I seem to be findingAre the ones who know to scam.I need a man to know meTo know just when to bendTo know when to stand up to meAnd when, a hand, to lendI need someone assertiveBut not who overpowersOne who know the simple thingsLike chocolate and flowersBut more and more I seeThe kind of men I hateIf my Prince shows upIm afraid hell be too lateI
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