Cinderella, my good fella, is performing acapella
no one's had the heart to tell her
she cannot carry a tune
her glass dreams have all been shattered
crushed by all the things that mattered
though the slippers stand, untattered
since the ball was held last June
servants cater to her follies
but can't shake her melancholies
feeling like she's lost in space
and Prince Charming fails to get it
who knew that he's so bad at it
though he surely did regret it
getting her a fireplace
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