Say you’re sor ry, that face of an an gel comes out just when you need it to.

As I paced back and forth all this time ’cause I (Am)hon est ly be lieved in (F)you.

(Am)Hold ing on, the (F)days drag on.

Stu pid girl, I should ’ve known, I should ’ve known that I’m not a prin cess, this ain’t a fair y tale.

I’m not the one you’ll sweep off her feet, lead (G)her up the stair well.

This ain’t Hol ly wood, this is a small town.

I was a dream er be fore you went and let (G)me down.

Now it’s (F)too late for you and your white horse to come a (C)round.