Lyrics
She wakes up every morning
wishing she was someone unique
not regular and boring
but the kind royalty would seek
She eats her regular breakfast
and starts on her regular day
wishing to leave someone breathless
for glances to be thrown her way
She watches the cracks in the sidewalk
on her trips to earn her pay
wishing it was more than small-talk
with the strangers she'll meet that day
Why cant she look like a movie star
she catches herself saying
and convinces herself to dress the part
she wishes she was playing
She starts out with a brand new face
paints on the make-up so she can hide
trying to cover any trace
of what really is inside
She's looking for her glass slipper
She'll blister her feet up until they fit her
When the clock struck twelve she finally met
the man,who would be king
and the look on his face was one of regret
like he had to explain something
And the words he whispered hit her so hard
they left a ringing in her head
he talked of a movie in which she starred
this is what he said
Like the coarse grass that lies in a prarie
like the whistle of a distant train
there's something beautiful about ordinary
there's something beautiful about plain
