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 throw her on the floor And this is the story of the death of Cinderella I´m gonna grow to be a maid and I´ll never find a fella Who can use me And that´s all you can do not to kick me in the ass.