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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