T-time passed and then the crash
Her only lovers paid her cash
She wore a tattered wedding gown,
The dust of snow, her glistening crown.

She chose, this time, to change her life.
To leave the drugs, the johns, the knife.
Better than her pimp could give,
Like royalty, she dreamed to live.

She walked the caverns ‘neath the town,
And wore her best inverted frown.
She begged for change, and got enough
To cross the gate with all her stuff.

She practiced for her grandest dance,
And crossed the platform in a trance.
The carriage raced to meet the bride,
and that is how the princess died.