She counts the stars and moons
hours of afternoons
answers the phone
but still she's dreaming of a precious stone
watches the rings and finest diamonds on her long way home
looks up the windows on the wall street, waiting for her gnome.
She owns a frozen heart
in the city where truth is made of ice
crystals will fall apart
it's cold reality
when Peter of the last night denies thrice.
Gossips in hair saloons
widower's silver spoons
wants to be slim
but tempted by sweets
she skips her daily gym
a list of ex-boyfriends, clothes of past trends, queen of the throwaway
love's a disaster, ever after, girl in a princess play.
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It's endless winter
she's called the white witch
she casts a spell on him
to become rich.
Snow on the driveway
bells of the last sleigh
the lions of finance were kitsch.