No, baby, I'm not your prince. Poem.

No, baby, I'm not your prince.

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You should dream of someone young,
you who are tender and beautiful
and are to think about a future.

You look like a beautiful model
for not adapting to the times,
not even comparable to your mother's.
beacuse I am an old fashioned car.

No, baby, I'm not your prince
because I belong to other
world in times and spaces
and I also don't want to be
from those who bother.

Can there be a prince like that?

I repeat it with great courage:
I would be embarrassed with your mother.

And finally I tell you: I don't even ditch with money!

I'm sorry to tell you, little girl,
but I leave that to another!

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