Death of Cinderella
I'm wise and ambitious,And angry and free,And smart and available,And sexy...I'm soft and appealing,And wearing pajamas,And twisted and willing,And crazy...
And this is the story of the death of CinderellaShe'd grow to be a maid if she couldn't find a fellaWho can use herAnd it's all you could do not to throw her on the floor.
And thought-provoking,And opinionatedCultured and funny,And experienced...Fearless and tender,And sweetly innocent,Uninhibited,Likes a good debate.
And this is the story of the death of CinderellaShe'd grow to be a maid if she couldn't find a fellaWho can use herAnd it's all you could do not to tie her to the bed.
I could fall in love a million times before I dieYou could draw me a bubble bath,We could walk into the sunset...
And this is the story of the death of CinderellaShe'd grow to be a maid if she couldn't find a fellaWho can use herAnd it's all you could do not to keep her sober.
And this is the story of the death of CinderellaI'm gonna grow to be a maid and I'll never find a fellaWho can use meAnd that's all you can do not to kick me in the ass.