There once was a confused knight

who lived in his palace for pleasure,

with a lovely cleaning lady Simone

she said her husband was unkind

she can’t stay waiting there alone,

her dress so old and out of fashion

determined to go and seek service,



pounding the pavements every day

drumming out the rhythm of tears

that follow with a dreaded sound,

crying thinking about her family

her photos in a cardboard box,

as if whispering a tale of woe

dancing sadly as a model.



Where ladies display their beauty

among fine gentlemen on show

fell in love the lies that she told,

her passion betrayed this day

hiding from his kisses sweet,

lonely weeping a memory

rising anew living forever.



"Why should I be so lonely

washed away in my dreams

where is this grand ball to be?

I hope someday it may be me

my dresses are grand and gay,

hoping to be the sweet angel girl

showing off my beauty and grace.



Yes! With this sweet smiling glance

married to this gentleman so grand,

vowed promise of being the queen

blue eyes smiling a twinkling sign,

sun shining on my marble thrown

crystal castles high into heaven

victorious in a new golden gown"