I'm taking an extra breath before i speak/ There's something to be said for the depth in brevity/ And i'm making moves to better myself. I was just hoping you could help/ Because i'm not a well-read man, But i've read my share of fairytales, And i've heard this one, over and over, And over again/ Now before i go busting down these castle walls/ You oughta know who, And i what for/ 'Cause i'm no prince, I'm just an idiot, Who fell in love with the damsel in distress/ And you know i'm no well-read man, But i've read my share of fairytales. And i've heard this one, Over and over, and over again/ And i'm not accusing you, of using me. I'm just bruised and beat. So when you finally meet that prince/ The one that i refuse to believe exists/ I'd like to shake his hand, Beneath a shade of green/ And ask him What it is he's really seen/ Like i said, im not a well-read man, But i've read my share of fairytales. And i've heard this one, Over and over, And over again.