As I sit in my high, high tower
I think about why my flower
my prince charming, my beautiful love
has yet to come, oh weep weep, why has he not come?
I think and think as the days pass by
No longer weeks but months and years
He has yet to come, but off in the distance
I see a figure coming for me
No, no, he is no prince charming
Because I can see him now, and he is
much better, I think.
And this new prince, he comes for me
And whisks me away to Halloween
And he says to me, "Sally my love, I am not your Prince Charming."
And I say back, "Screw Prince Charming. I have my Jack Skellington!"