• Forget about Cinderella
    She's just a fairytale that isn't for me
    I'm tired of the lies and the talking mice
    A perfect prince won't set me free

    Cinderella just got lucky
    That's all it is to me
    Her tiny foot fit in a dainty slipper
    How real is that supposed to be?

    My foot wouldn't fit in a glass slipper
    I can't wear a glistening gown
    The mice in my house won't turn into horses
    I'm not fit, I'm so dressed down

    My gown is a pair of scruffy jeans
    That drag along the floor
    Glass slippers are Nikes with big black stripes
    Love isn't what I'm living for

    The pumpkin carriage is a cheap old Cadillac
    Paint is missing in spots
    THe prince won't bow down for my hand
    He wouldn't risk the shot

    'Sing sweet nightingale' all you want
    The Grinns were wrong there too
    How are we supposed to believe
    That you can walk in a glass shoe?

    Mice can't make dresses
    And birds don't sing a song with you
    A dress won't come from a tree
    The fairytale is through

    I've turned in my tiara from my tries
    I'm wearing my favorite old baseball cap
    My prince will be strong and true
    But he won't get in a flap

    So here's the end of my lament
    The death of the unattainable dream
    My story's not over yet
    And my happily never after is all that it seems