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 Cinderella

She'd grow to be a maid if she couldn't find a fella

Who can use her

And it's all you could do not to throw her on the floor.

And thought-provoking

And opinionated

Cultured and funny

And experienced...

Fearless and tender

And sweetly innocent

Uninhibited

Likes a good debate.

And this is the story of the death of Cinderella

She'd grow to be a maid if she couldn't find a fella

Who can use her

And it's all you could do not to tie her to the bed.

I could fall in love a million times before I die

You could draw me a bubble bath

We could walk into the sunset...

And this is the story of the death of Cinderella

She'd grow to be a maid if she couldn't find a fella

Who can use her

And it's all you could do not to keep her sober.

And this is the story of the death of Cinderella

I'm gonna grow to be a maid and I'll never find a fella

Who can use me

And that's all you can do not to kick me in the ass.