May I do the un-troduction, Cinderella-Shoe, shoe-Cinderella And in this little cellar We grow like weeds Cause it's damp and dark And we chose to park right here Oh dear oh dear oh dea-ea-ea-ear
Someone is bound To notice that we don't Blend in no matter how hard The bartender tries With our parking skills And our lullabies So he lays and lies and lies Awake
Sayin' oh man I've got me a cunt back home And she's got herself a Bun in the oven If you know what I mean I mean I tried I tried to keep the whole thing clean And it never happened on a screen And it was seen Never happening by Millions of people Oh sometimes you just gotta Sell your sou-ou-oul Sometimes you just gotta Sell your soul