Mirror, mirror

The broad was getting older by the proverbial 
minute; as much as the story is about her vanity 

and how she couldn’t handle any competition 
and whatnot, what about the friggin’ king?

It was his daughter living in so-called sin with seven 
guys -- nothing more than a glorified housekeeper

too. What you must know is that it was all about me; 
I just wanted some pretty young thing to reflect;

I was tired of the old dame and her adjustments 
and lifts, and her flippin’ eyebrows were starting

to resemble the golden arches except they weren’t
golden anymore, you know what I’m saying? 

As impartial as I am, as impartial as the next 
guy, I’m really a girl. A silent woman.

a little snow white, a little plath. a tongue in cheek remake....