"Death Of Cinderella" lyrics

I'm wise and ambitious
And angry and free
And smart and available
And sexy
And soft and appealing
And wearing pajamas
And twisted and willing
And crazy

And this is the story of the death of Cinderella
She grew to be a maid 'cause she couldn't find a fella
That could please her
And it's all they 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 grew to be a maid 'cause she couldn't find a fella
That could please her
And it's all that 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

This is the story of the death of Cinderella
She grew to be a maid 'cause she couldn't find a fella
That could please her
And it's all they could do not to shake her shoulders

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
That can please me
And it's all you can do not to kick me in the ass