I was an ugly prince
I had a castle, lots of wealth
but I had been enchanted
so I had to live in stealth.
I had a long and hairy boom
a fairy told me that I would die
if I pricked my fingers on it,
I still had to try.

True love waits no more
oh lord wake up
the sleeping groom
oh lord hear that snore
I pray a princess to enter
and finally dust my boom.

I still had my faith
I bore the lust that burnt inside
I refrained from temptations
asking lord where was the bride?
I was a lone and hungry wolf
still waiting for my red riding hood
once I touched the spindle groove
I spun the boom and it felt good.

True love...

The curse is fulfilled, the prince is in sleep
dust in the chamber and no-one can sweep
but my rosebud in pink kisses, ends the dream play
wipes with her brush
and the boom shoots her Dawn and Day.

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