Prince charming number one wasn’t much of a talker Just a nod and a smile, but no...he wasn’t a stalker So I’ll get all chit-chatty-chit, until I was a bother So I named me word and he the opposite We were friends and lovers; we were all we could be But on a day like this, it all came to a finish Now the second prince charming…oh he was the talker He could go on and on and still be his charming self So I will sit and smile, once in while complete his sentence No doubt he was word, and I the direct opposite And in our own little world, we were like five and six But just like the first, he’s also come and gone Can’t tell the story though, we might be here till dawn Now I’m here at a crossroad not sure what to look for Because if need be, I could play the opposite, or even word And did I tell you there’s now prince charming three He talks when need be, and can listen when you need him A perfect blend of both worlds, so it might seem I know what you’re thinking, so...