Stuck up

She used to call herself a princess
it´s getting old oh so old this mess
She used to lead men into declaration
now the words won´t melt the ice

She´d lean on a bench and state the obvious
she´d laugh half ironically in her announcing of a full gone conclusion
A full blown slice of her fancy illusions
A popular idea for walking dolls as ruses

She got herself an unoriginal tatoo
One that clichés with the tribal lines
Dancing shoes on, social lives
provocative sly grin easy come easy lie

So before you state the obvious
remember to shut up
Try to find your own blindspot
it´s there where you´re stuck up.