Like I'm walking on stage
My baby

That to me would be success, my baby
To the heart of the music

To the love land, to the love land
I see you dancing

How come I'm getting it wrong?

Dressed as a princess
C'mon, c'mon c'mon, show me
Somebody just turned the page
You make a star, seem sublime
You write the beautiful songs, baby
C'mon, c'mon, c'mon, ba'e
If there's a method, to writing a song
Hey!
That doesn't mean you have to take my clothes away
I know I'm a peasant
If I could show you, some happiness
A natural beauty

Take my hand, yeah
Then I would feel like a real princess

Can we see this happen, in this day and age?
You are the poetry of time
I want you to love me, one day

You really get