Princess Coldheart

Princess Coldheart closed her eyes and waited for the kiss to snap her

Chain between her lips. They waited proud; they waited willing...filed

In, failed, and so she killed them.

Sitting on her cutglass throne for forty years, without a phone, without

A single word. 100 thousand would-be suitors, dead because they couldn't

Move her.

In the courtyard flowers bloomed; they draped themselves 'round tombs

And rows of crosses.... Pretty flowers bloomed; they draped themselves

'round tombs and rows of crosses.

Some were daring...tried the tricks they'd learned in France. Some would

Touch her hand. Money signs etched in their eyes. She sensed it;

One-by-one they died.

Others chanted poems...even showered her with strange expensive gifts.

She wouldn't read; she owned the best. She laid their flattery to

Rest.

In the courtyard flowers bloomed; they draped themselves 'round tombs

And rows of crosses.... Pretty flowers bloomed; they draped themselves

'round tombs and rows of crosses.

Then, one October night, the humble village fool caught sight of

Coldheart, and he fell. He smashed a rock against her throne. He

Snatched her hand and took her home.

Happily they lived forever after. He wears her chain upon his chest. She

Even lets him kiss her breast.

In the courtyard flowers bloom; they drape themselves 'round tombs and

Rows of crosses.... In their garden flowers bloom; they pick them,

Decorate their room. It's touching.

It's touching, so touching. It's touching, so touching.