Glad Rags

In ashes, the pot is as black as the kettle.

A princess in rags wouldn’t stoop to my level.

What would you do in my shoes? What do I?

Life gives me a pumpkin, I make pumpkin pie.

The princess in rags but she thinks she surpasses her class,

And she laughs as she kneels in the ashes.

A princess in glad rags, enchanted by magic

The clock strikes, the long night, so sad when it passes.

What would you do in my shoes? Prob’ly sell ‘em

‘Cause you wouldn’t fit in my shoes, Cinderella.

The prince in his castle, he doesn’t know this:

A princess in glass slippers shouldn’t throw fits.