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Corrupt daughters of remarried stepmother

In servitude place our poor Cinderella

No ball, they intend, until pigeons come hither

Dress Cindy up to catch the eye of a fella

Everyone dances to find Prince a bride

Round and round the floor, our two lovers glide

Evening came around for the young prince and the maiden

Leaving Prince a gold shoe and princess to happen upon

Locked away, Cinderella’s fate seems unfilled

Armed with love and a shoe, Prince finds his bride still.