[Verse 1]

Crown’s a mess, my hair’s a wreck,
Throne’s just a Target cart—what’d you expect?
I sip my latte, pinky up,
Then scream when my nail breaks—“THIS. IS. FUCKED!”

Ballgown? Nah—Juicy sweats,
Tiara’s from Claire’s, but let’s pretend I’m set.
Tripped on my ego, face-plant the floor,
“Somebody curtsy!” …Ugh, I’m such a bore.

[Pre-Chorus]

I’ll cry if you don’t clap, then cry if you stare,
My kingdom’s three cats and a broke La-Z-Boy chair.
Still flip my hair like, “Bow if you dare!”

[Chorus]

I’m a freaking princess, deal with it, haters!
Glitter in my bloodstream, drama incubator.
Diamond crown, combat boots, walking contradiction,
I’m a hot mess regent with “kiss my ambition!”

[Verse 2]

Tried DIY queen—glued my scepter to my hand,
Now I’m waving sparkly regrets like, “You don’t understand!”
My horse-drawn carriage? A Lime scooter ride,
Crashed into Starbucks—cue my third breakdown cry!

Posted Flawless AF with a tear-streaked selfie,
Caption: “Peasant life sucks,” then binge Netflix guiltily.
My dragon? Just my ex—breathes cheap tequila shots,
“Off with his head!” …but first, swipe right for plot!

[Chorus]

I’m a freaking princess, deal with it, basic!
Rose gold on credit, my vibe? “Chaotic acrylic.”
I’ll pout through the verses, punk-rock the refrain,
I’m a dumpster-fire monarch with no refunds on my reign!

[Bridge]

“Princess! Princess! Raise your middle finger up!”
“Princess! Princess! Chug your pink energy cup!”
“Princess! Princess! Fail like it’s your debut!”
“If life’s a fairytale, why’s my horse glue?!”

[Verse 3]

Dating’s a jousting match—I demand rose petal trails,
He brought Taco Bell and said, “YOLO, bail.”
I’m like, “Where’s my sunset? Where’s my sword fight kiss?”
He’s like, “Girl, you’re extra” …okay, fair, I’ll take this L.

Now I’m slow-dancing with my own delusions,
Emotional support? A voodoo doll of Susan.
Judge me, I’ll curtsy, then roar like a lion,
“All hail my chaos!” …but nobody’s clappin’. Silence.

[Outro]

Toast with sparkling trauma! Wave your trauma tiaras!
We’re all freaking princesses—flaws? Iconic miracles!
Mic drop, crown slips… laugh till the curtains close
“Who needs a prince? I’m busy writing bops about my woes!”