It’s midnight Cinderella Don’t you have some place to go Some man to fill up your glass slipper Some man to lay you down and let you know That’s a hard life Cinderella Don’t you want to run away From a house full of ugly sisters On a red bus to a green place Wake up Cinderella Hear them knocking on your door Must be them fellas from the palace Could be the prince has finally come to call And all the sins in a gin house All the fan belts and the wires All the mysteries of childhood Oh, they can’t put out this fire It’s amazing, ain’t it darlin’ But we all run from something Cinderella ‘67’s gonna be your lucky year Don’t you want it Cinderella Red lace and satin shoes Better than that ragged apron And the stink of nicotine and booze Oh, wake up Cinderella Hear them knockin’ on your door Must be them fellas from the palace Could be your prince has finally come to call And all the sins in a gin house All the fan belts and the wires All the mysteries of childhood Oh, they can’t put out this fire It’s amazing, ain’t it darlin’ But we all run from somethin’ Cinderella ‘67’s gonna be your lucky year And it’s a good year, ‘67 Carve yourself a slice of heaven Cut the ties that bind The girl in you To your mother’s spite And your sisters’ twisted point of view And all the sins in a gin house All the fan belts and the wires All the mysteries of childhood Oh, they can’t put out this fire Ah, it’s amazing, ain’t it darlin’ But we all run from somethin’ Cinderella ‘67’s gonna be your lucky year Oh, your lucky number Cinderella, your lucky number https://youtube/watch?v=JMcbNg02Sf8
Posted on: Wed, 21 Jan 2015 00:30:00 +0000
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