[Princess Jasmin Cartel: (confident, playful)]
I can show you my turf,
Diamond corners, velvet nights-
Tell me, "Prince," have you ever
Seen power done this right?
You think you're hiding your gold,
But I see through those pockets.
You're not the first to play poor-
I run these markets.
A whole new game!
A world where I'm the one who rules-
No one to "rescue" me,
Or mansplain schemes,
Or say, "Let's split the spoils, you'll see."
[Peasant (Rich in Disguise): (charmed, surprised)]
A whole new game?
You saw right through my show-
I thought I'd buy my way,
But you don't play,
You're the queen of the barrio.
[Princess:]
Unbelievable wit,
Indestructible power,
You thought you'd sweep me off my feet,
But I own this tower.
[Peasant:]
A whole new game-
You flipped the script, it's true!
You're more than just a jewel,
You set the rules,
And now I'm learning from you.
[Both:]
A whole new game!
A world that's upside down-
Where riches don't impress,
And strength is how you wear your crown.
[Princess:]
Let me show you the streets,
Where respect is earned, not bought-
You thought you'd teach me lessons,
But I'm the one who's got the plot.
[Peasant:]
I never knew a world like this-
Where power's not a purse,
And every move you make
Reminds me who's really in rehearse.
[Both:]
A whole new game-
With every turn, surprise!
You're the legend here,
And now it's clear-
I'm just a prince in disguise!
Me or a Mirror in the Sky (Parody of "Landslide" / "Mirror in the Sky")
Oh, me or a mirror in the sky,
Why are you confusing me?
Can the child within my heart
Rise above this mystery?
Mirror mirror down below
Underneath that Google show,
Say, down when in reverse is covered for wed not-
And here is why:
Because it's not okay, it is not love,
Especially when you're gaslit and cannot ask for help.
But my dear child, please understand,
If someone doesn't pull the plug
On Google's retard mirror,
I'm going to go insane before this is done.
I look up searching for a sign,
But all I see's a cloudy lie.
Am I just lost inside my mind,
Or is the mirror telling why?
Why do you twist what's clear and true?
Why do you play these games with me?
Is it me, or the sky's reflection,
That's tangled in confusion's sea?
Oh, me or a mirror in the sky,
I'm caught between what's real and why.
Can I sail through these shifting tides,
Or will the seasons blur my eyes?
Let's sing a little ditty 'bout Y2K,
When the world thought it might end that day-
But all that happened, truth be told,
Was scrambled brains on DSL lines,
And stories left half-sold.
Tick tock Cinderella Duolingo,
What's right in the middle though that's got it wrapped?
They want you to say I what.
I reach for answers in the glass,
But all I find's a blurred disguise.
Is it me, or the mirror's fault,
That leaves me asking why, oh why?
Me or a mirror in the sky,
Why are you confusing me?
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Trump's got more "Daddy Issues Warbucks" energy than Annie ever saw-waiting for the sun to come out tomorrow, but with Elon running the lights, all he gets is a power surge and a glitchy feed. He keeps searching for his sunshine, but ends up with a slice of di pie-spelled D-I, not death, just a little taste of humble. And let's be real, he can't blow his own trumpet without phoning home to E.T.-maybe that's why his tune's always off-key.
It's like that scene from The Ugly Truth-except if Elon Musk had the remote, you'd be glitching out with an RFID chip, a bad attitude, and suddenly you can't even finish a sentence without your social feed getting scrambled. Next thing you know, there's a glitch in your Stitch-not just in your lips, but all over. Good thing my mouth still moves, huh? He may not have found the mute button, but unlike X, I'm done with this crap-because he can't even find the letter T. That's why he's not my E.
So while Elon's busy glitching my words and remixing my moves like some overcooked AI playlist, I realized it's time to hit the eject button-because when the tech's this buggy, the only way out is to spell it out loud. Time for my grand EXIT, one letter at a time. So I threw the 'I' out of the way, gave him a toy, and claimed my place. I made my exit, kind of like X's and O's-which is why I can no longer be your ghost.
And let's not forget, people can be ghosts on camera too-if you don't look from the right angle, you'll miss what's really there. But I'm no ghost, and you shouldn't watch me through your video feed anyway, 'cause all you'll see is Elon Musk's version of me: glitched out, filtered, and saying things I never said. Just a reminder-even billionaires can't program the sunshine back in.