Old Cinderella she never knew, she couldn't fit inside that shoe
it isn't how the story ends, to carry on that ancient trend
an eye for an eye
And I know what the world gets out of this
our heroin or so is said will lie down till her weakness dead,
the hope that is portrayed there-in isn't filled with green and sin
shoop shoop shoop shoop shoop shoop shoo-bad-di-doo
and sisters three with ugly mugs and mother slugs that crawl the walls searching through their empty halls, to find a young prince standing there to take them in to royal care, alas that vision slowly fades and ...
