Underneath the Spell
I don't need a castle in the clouds
I'd rather keep my feet planted firmly on the ground
Oh, and I don't believe in the magic of a kiss
Unless you count the beats my heart can miss
But the butterflies fluttering within me
Are the only wild creatures in the vicinity
All the sparks can fly
Create a dazzling display of light
And that still won't be enough
For me to call it love
Cinderella knows all too well
What's underneath the spell
Who really needs a knight in shining armor
Or a handsome prince to charm her
Does that big white steed
Guarantee your heart's purity
No, I won't be whisked away to some castle in the sky
Here on earth I see clearly what is right before my eyes
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