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.