Here I am Hand on the glass Look all you want Don't walk past I'm a mirror With two reflections Lace and nerve And good intentions Flesh and blood Not holy water No longer Somebody's daughter You can want the lace You can want the view But can you want the person When the party's through? If you want to discover What I can do Come a little closer Let me look at you Because I'm not the prince of roses Not another notch Upon your bed And I'm not Cinderella You can't save me From my head And I'm not Sleeping Beauty I just haven't been touched In a century In a century In a century God, it's been a century I want your hands I need your patience God, it's been a century Back to the wall, got a drink in my hand You came with a line, now you're changing the plan Eyes on the lace, then a glance at my hips All that big talk, now you're biting your lip I lean in close just to ask you your name You forget it yourself, better try that again One hand on your collar, a smile you can't read You can feel that pull, but you follow my lead I'm expensive, baby, put your wallet away You can't buy the reasons that would make me stay You want me to rush? Oh, honey, good luck It'll take about six months Still here? Still looking? Thought so You better like me quiet You better like me shy When I can't hold a conversation When I can't meet your eyes You better like me a lot You better be in love Because I'm not the prince of roses Not another notch Upon your bed And I'm not Cinderella You can't save me From my head And I'm not Sleeping Beauty I just haven't been touched In a century In a century In a century God, it's been a century I want your hands I need your patience God, it's been a century If I don't trust you I'll stay sleeping in this tomb Don't mistake the way I'm looking For a promise made to you I can want you More than you know And still need time Before I let go Crown on the table, your hand on my waist Looking this sweet doesn't mean you get a taste Came for a princess? You picked the wrong ball But I like how you watch when I walk down the hall Say it in my ear, make me ask you twice I can play shy, never said I'd play nice Lean a little closer, let your lips brush my ear Funny how your voice changes when you get here Want the stable boy? Then forget the crown Will you still want me with the music turned down? You can talk all night about the things you'd do But the morning after, who the hell are you? You better like me a lot You better be in love When the lace hits the floor Will that still be enough? Here I am Don't walk past I want something That can last Because I'm not the prince of roses Not another notch Upon your bed And I'm not Cinderella You can't save me From my head And I'm not Sleeping Beauty I just haven't been touched In a century In a century In a century God, it's been a century I want your hands I need your patience I want your hands I need your patience In a century In a century Don't make me wait another century
