Towers by Nestled in Noise

I am not your princess
Though white's the living end
If not a lucky princess
who am I to hold your hand?

Put flowers in my hair to make it pretty
These ugly truths I know
Bottled up in blond and be skinny
For shame be a vagrant ho

If darkness is my sickness
too vulgar to invoke
and whites of eyes reign vicious
who am I to flash my own?

Put flowers in my hand to make it pretty
This ugly runway show
Be modeled up and dolled up and witty
An angel to behold

But I am not a princess
Nor flower to condescend
the whites of eyes so vicious
and cages without end

These towers in my head may get chilly
and many-faced to know
I'm howling at the moon over city
expected to tiptoe

But I am not a princess
I am not a princess
I am not a princess
No, I am not a princess