He spends his normal Friday nights playing with the band
Or walking through the record store holding hands
But tonight he's skinny and tall, standing against the wall
Sipping Coke Zero waiting for his friend to call
So he can get a ride home, or at least out of here
Out of the scent of stale sweat, salt, sadness, and beer
But when he sees her there he can't help but stare
At the girl with the bright pink, sharpie-doodle hair

The fairy-tale prince of Toronto, vs. the world
Could this be the one in a million parallel universes where he might get the girl?
He'll never know until he gives it a shot, so step up, put in a quarter and give it a whirl
The fairy-tale prince of Toronto vs the world

The more he looks at her the more obvious it seems
That she could quite literally be the girl of his dreams
He's not that bad a guy, he just wants to try
To get to know her but he's painfully shy
So he walks up to her and asks her what's up
And tells some lame story about scratching P's of of Pucks
Wants to say something with style, something worthwhile
Or hell, just say something to at least make her smile

All her friends say to give it up, he could never hope to touch her level of cool
All his friends say to give it up, aren't you happy enough with the girl from school
But for now nobody else exists
He's cursing the opportunity that he missed
But if he can just get on her Amazon mailing list.... then maybe

He'll ask for the site, place an order and wait by the door and give it a whirl
The fairy-tale prince of Toronto vs. the world