It was an age of fairy tales,
I was the young girl who belived in them...
love and happiness, all the days of my life
me and Mr. Right and our little family
That is until the revolution came,
Women's lib, and sexual freedom
and Mr. Right became Mr. Wrong
he now had an excuse for this...
and the fairy tales of today?
tramp stamps, hook ups,
and single motherhood...
and an army of Mr. Wrongs