Death Of Cinderella

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’d grow to be a maid if she couldn’t find a fella   Who can use 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’d grow to be a maid if she couldn’t find a fella   Who can use 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’d grow to be a maid if she couldn’t find a fella   Who can use her                           And it’s all you could do not to shake her sober.   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   Who can use me                            And it’s all you can do not to kick me in the ass.