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 grew to be a maid 'cause she couldn't find a fella to please 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 grew to be a maid 'cause she couldn't find a fella to please 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 grew to be a maid 'cause she couldn't find a fella to please her And it's all you could do not shake her shoulders hard
And this is the story of the death of Cinderella I'm gonna grow to be a maid 'cause I'll never find a fella to please me And that's all you can do not to kick me in the ass