| Two hours from the get go
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| A packed bad full of wet clothes
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| A house maid in a dead home
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| So she said no
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| Two friends that she let know
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| Red paint, they said «lets go»
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| No room in her bed though
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| 'cause she said so
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| Dressed her up and covered her in glitter
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| Cinderella don’t forget your slipper
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| He said «ce sera, sera»
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| But this charade has gone too far
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| Cinderella don’t you dare reconsider
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| Expect, through the pleasing
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| Where each kiss lead deceiving
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| Don’t cry 'cos shes leaving
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| Your the reason
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| Called out for the feedback
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| So shocked that you did that
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| No shame, the complete lack
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| Cos you can keep track
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| Dressed her up and covered her in glitter
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| Cinderella don’t forget your slipper
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| He said «ce sera, sera»
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| But this charade has gone too far
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| Cinderella don’t you dare reconsider
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| Stepped into the night
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| The spells not broke, your fine
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| Maybe its a sign
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| The shock, a shrine
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| The deep electricity walks up your spine
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| Dressed her up and covered her in glitter
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| Cinderella don’t forget your slipper
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| He said «ce sera, sera»
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| But this charade has gone too far
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| Cinderella don’t you dare reconsider |