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 sk**s
And our lullabies
So he lays and lies and lies
Awake
Sayin' oh man
I've got me a c*nt 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
Cinderella - Shoe, shoe - Cinderella
Cinderella - Shoe, shoe - Cindere-eh-eh-ella