Princess Problems

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.