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Alcohol and Ketchup


Cinderella dressed in blue

Went to a club to go find a boo

Her feet were killing her

So she took off her shoes

She moved her hips to the catchy tunes

 

She was drinking way too much

And started dancing with a guy who smelled of ketchup

He wanted to undress her and commit some sins

She was drunk but not enough to let him get in her pants

Cinderella dressed in blue

Ran all the way home

But forgot her shoes 

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