Cinderella Cinderella
Cinderella Cinderella
Oh how she was a lucky fella
With a rich daddy that married my mom
With his death finally came her bomb
So yes she may have been hurt
But I made sure she went down to the dirt
From cleaning my bathroom to cleaning the sink
It was not even that bad I did think
Cinderella Cinderella
Oh how she use to make me a miserable fella
I didn’t just clean the sink id bleach it
While she would sit there and spit
I just wanted her to experience her pain
And how it feels on the bottom of the chain
Cinderella Cinderella
Oh how did she become a lucky fella
One night away and she meets a prince
That really made our family wince
Cinderella Cinderella
Oh how you turned me into infamous sister Anastasia
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