| She didn’t like little dolls anymore |
| Cuddly toys were her new cure |
| She sits in her bedsit wondering how it all went wrong |
| How the man she fell inlove with was gone |
| She didn’t like to be her anymore |
| She didn’t like feeling so unsure |
| She goes out nights and she’ll sleep with anyone |
| 'Cause her dreams of meeting Princes are gone |
| Will someone turn her on |
| Will someone make it right |
| And tell her not to lose her sight of hope |
| 'Cause she can be a Princess |
| She didn’t like pretty clothes anymore |
| Darkened rags were what she wore |
| She turns out the light and she plays her favourite song |
| 'Cause she’s tired of feeling worthless and wrong |
| Will someone turn her on |
| Will someone make it right |
| And tell her not to lose her sight of hope |
| 'Cause she can be a Princess |
| Will someone tell her now |
| Will someone show her how |
| And tell her not to lose her sight of hope |
| 'Cause she can be a Princess |