I will not be your male Cinderella
and tidy up all your mess
am happy to lend a hand now and then
but I will not be your slave
I won't be your male Cinderella
but I shall not go the ball
I know I would only kick it
just to watch fly into the roof of the net
I can't be your male Cinderella
towards you I don't feel gentle or kind
I'd happily glass you with one of the slippers
if it would make you see
I am not your male Cinderella
but you sure are the ugly sisters
no human would want to be with you
not even for one drunken dance
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem