Lyrics

Pros at smilin’
We’ve been married for a while and while I think you’re great,
There’s a couple hundred things about this fairytale I kind of hate.
I used to love the way my countertops would shine.
Your filth astonishes even me, and I used to live with seven guys who all worked in a mine.
Your sense of timing. That vacant stare. It’s like I’m married to a pig.
You better sell that old glass coffin now ‘cause this one’s gonna cost you big.

Someday Someday my prince will come to find me. And I’ll be gone.
Gonna take a little freedom and some money. Find a room to call my own.
Pour every single bottle of that sticky cheap cologne.
And I’d pay to see the look on your face,
Summer I’ll be cruising down the Natchez Trace.
Far, far away from you.

I know that I was born under a curse, but man, of all the luck.
To think that one prick put me under and another one would wake me up.
I used to think that it was charming how you’d show your might.
But when I think of all the children in the villages you burned,
It’s kind of hard to sleep at night. You know?
Your shield of virtue. That stupid hat. That pompous horse you ride.
I’ll be sleeping like a baby once I pull out this one last thorn in my side.

Someday Someday my prince will come to find me. And I’ll be gone.
Gonna take a little freedom and some money. Get a stepside Chevrolet.
I’mma take half of everything you own, and I’ll give it all away.
And I’d pay to see the look on your face,
But summer I’ll be cruising down the Natchez Trace.
Far, far away from you.

I remember twirls and dips and kisses, borrowed pearls, and second-hand chiffon.
You crusaded while I waited up so long and now the magic’s gone.
I used to wonder what my life would look like now.
The painting you commissioned on our bedroom wall just kind of captures it somehow.
Your fancy jacket with shoulder pads.
State dinners all for you.
Now I need to take some time for me.
And I think I’ll take that painting too.

I don’t know what it was about your iron grip that possessed me.
Your royal balls and limp dictatorship, they don’t impress me.
They never have and never will.
I’m bittersweet and salty. I’m a Betty Crocker s’more.
Honey I’m beautiful and gawdy, baby I’m fireworks on the fourth.
I’m a tacky mess from time to time, but what you see is what you get.
Honey I’m a classic Coke with peanuts, not some bubbly crepe suzette.
Oh, really quick, before I go, I changed a couple things.
I said power to the people, and to hell with queens and kings.
Signed and sealed the papers so they can’t be overruled.
My step-momma was a piece of work, but boy, she didn’t raise no fool.

Someday Someday my prince will come to find me. And I’ll be gone.
Left a little note to say I loved you but I won’t be coming home.
I got a house right next to Dolly. We’ve got hers and hers thrones.

Someday Someday my prince will come to find me. And I’ll be gone.
Gonna take a little freedom and some money.
Get a comfy pair of shoes.
I’mma put a showboat out on the Cumberland, maybe I’ll name it after you.
And I’d pay to see the look on your face,
But summer I’ll be cruising down the Natchez Trace.
Far, far away from you.