VERSE 1
boy, you act
like you’re made of porcelain,
want me to chase you
like you’re some limited edition.
you pout,
you whine,
you need attention on demand—
but god forbid
you hold a door
with your own damn hand.
PRE-CHORUS
I swear, it’s tragic,
how you want the magic
without doing anything
even slightly romantic.
CHORUS (CATCHY + PETTY)
you want princess treatment,
baby, that’s cute—
but I’m not your mom,
and you’re not that smooth.
I buy the gifts,
I make the moves—
while you sit there
crying in your shoes.
and honestly?
YOU FUCKING FUCK—
grow up, stop acting like a baby,
’cause I’m so done
with princess problems lately.
VERSE 2
you say “I’m tired,”
boy, from what?
scrolling through your phone
till your brain shuts off?
I plan the dates,
I fix your mess—
but you want praise
for sending one damn text.
PRE-CHORUS
your bare minimum
is your greatest skill—
you want the fairytale
without lifting a quill.
CHORUS
you want princess treatment,
baby, that’s cute—
but I’m not your mom,
and you’re not that smooth.
I buy the gifts,
I make the moves—
while you sit there
crying in your shoes.
and honestly?
YOU FUCKING FUCK—
grow up, stop acting like a baby,
’cause I’m so done
with princess problems lately.
BRIDGE (SABRINA-LEVEL PETTY)
I need a man,
not a tantrum machine—
not a “treat me like royalty” king.
hold a door,
hold your weight—
if I wanted a child,
I’d babysit, babe.
FINAL CHORUS (BIGGER, FRECHER)
you want princess treatment,
boy, that’s wild—
go find a throne
in the kids aisle.
I’m done doing
all the work for two—
get off your ass
if you want something new.
and one last time—
YOU FUCKING FUCK—
quit crying, stop acting like a baby,
’cause you ain’t him…
and I’m done saving maybes.
JOREN
