Lyrics:

Death Of Cinderella lyricssoft and appealing,And wearing pajamas,And twisted and willing,And crazy...
And this is the story of the death of Cinderella
She'd grow to be a maid if she couldn't find a fellaWho can use herAnd it's all
you could do not to throw her on the floor.

And thought-provoking,And opinionatedCultured and funny,And
experienced...Fearless and tender,And sweetly innocent,Uninhibited,Likes a good
debate.
And this is the story of the death of CinderellaShe'd grow to be a maid if she
couldn't find a fellaWho can use herAnd 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 CinderellaShe'd grow to be a maid if she
couldn't find a fellaWho can use herAnd it's all you could do not to throw her
on the floor
And this is the story of the death of CinderellaI'm gonna grow to be a maid and
I'll never find a fellaWho can use meAnd that's all you can do not to kick me in
the ass.