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