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 up 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 to 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 up 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 up 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 shoulders...hard
And this is the story of the death of Cinderella
I'm gonna grow up to be a maid 'cause I'll never find a fella
Who can use me
And that's all you can do not to kick me in the ass
