The Prince from Julie Williams by Julie Williams

He was a doctor so he bought the fancy drinks
He listened and laughed at everything
He examined my bad arm, gentle twist and gave it back
And I liked that, I liked that

The way he looked into my eyes it was like he wanted to drink me up
So the bar turned into another one, and I refilled my cup
a few drinks turned to a few hours in a fancy hotel room
was it too soon, was it too soon

I’ve got bruises on my skin and a bite mark on my thigh from a prince who turned to pauper when the wicked clock struck midnight
I wanted him to like me so that I could like myself
What does it say about me if I let him cross my boundaries

He wanted me to meet his friends
The next day at a bar I’d never been
Told him I don’t want a crowd, could we go somewhere uptown
He didn’t like that, he didn’t like that

The way he looked into my eyes it was like he wanted to eat me up
So I went downtown where I never go so he’d refill my cup
Then this bar turned into another night in a fancy hotel room
But it didn’t feel like it should, like it should

I’ve got bruises on my skin and a bite mark on my thigh
From a prince who turned to pauper when the wicked clock struck midnight
I wanted him to like me so that I could like myself
What does it say about me if I let him cross my boundaries?
You shouldn’t cry on the way home
I said yes when I felt no
You shouldn’t cry on the way home

I’ve got bruises on my skin and a bite mark on my thigh from a prince who turned to pauper when the wicked clock struck midnight
I just wanted him to like me so that I could like myself
What does it say about me
If I’ve got bruises on my skin and a bite mark on my thigh from a prince who turned to pauper when the wicked clock struck midnight
Why do I need them to like me so that I can like myself
What does it say about me if I let him cross my boundaries
What does it say about me if I let him cross my boundaries

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