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I guess you think you know this story.
You don't. The real one's much more gory.
The phoney one, the one you know,
You always read about it:
the plumber with the twelve children
who wins the Irish Sweepstakes.
From toilets to riches.
If my name was Cinderella
You could be the prince
I could wear my sparkling prom dress
We could fall in love the moment our eyes meet
Come to the theatre, discern the actions, there on the stage,
With actors giving you their all, your interest to engage,
The light, scenery and music, the atmosphere is great,
There's drama, and there's comedy, it's a chance to celebrate.
Michael Jackson, the Thriller, Died
Life is unfair
To those who dare
Cinderella in the street
In a ragged gown,
Sloven slippers on her feet,
Shames our tidy town;
From dusk to dawn,
From town to town,
Without a single clue,
I seek the tender, slender foot
Cinderella was a nice gal
Always did what she was told
Put others before herself
Cinderella had lots of hopes and dreams
Her imaginary playmate was a grown-up
In sea-coal satin. The flame-blue glances,
The wings gauzy as the membrane that the ashes
Draw over an old ember --as the mother
Take me back in time
Open my timeless capsule of
Cinderella, why do you wish to be like anyone else?
Your fine by yourself.
People notice you because your different
Please, silk-sister, do this thing for me.
I do not want to sit on that broad-backed horse,
or smell his skin, grassy and hot as boiled husks,
O Miss Cinderella!
I reckoned my dreams would materialize true
It’s Midnight my love
Its time for me to disappear
And leave behind my
The ugly sister, Alice,
glared at the mirror with reflected malice;
gave a grin
and blew a bubble;
A lonely child with toil o’ertaxed,
Sits Cinderella by the fire;
Her limbs in weariness relaxed,
And in her eyes a sad desire.
Saturday evening, the week's hired film, click-click, click-click
while we chewed fruit gums and shouted FOCUS!
from time to time when the reel changed;
and after The White Hell of Pitz Palu
where are her little helpers
those nice little mice
why is she so alone in it all
Once upon a time in a faraway land,
In a house not much but grand,
There lived a girl named Cinderella,
That slept in a very old cellar.
Cinderella tries out for the team with a goal,
but the lady keeps running away from the ball.
After Cinderella married the prince she turned her attention to minutiae, using her glass slipper as a magnifying lens.
When at court she would wear orange peels and fish tins, and other decorous rubbish as found in back of the castle.
You are making me very nervous, said the prince.
But Cinderella continued to look at something through her glass slipper.
Did you hear me? said the prince.
Cinderella's mouth hung open as she continued to look at something through her glass slipper.
Did you hear me, did you hear me, did you hear me? screamed the prince.
Out of highest buildings in a city the fairies emerging each under a tiny umbrella
One by one they creep and follow the route to the queen Cinderella,
Cinderella the tale of all tales; her song is sang by them a cappella
Gabriella my Cinderella,
To whom my love belongs,
I cant leave you Gabriella,
You stay in me always.
Mom read me Cinderella
Time and again
It helped ease the pain
When she tucked me in
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
Spring it is! Bouncy and crisp.
Sunshine, cheerful and sparkling.
The almond blossoms, as pretty as pink,
Why mustn't Cinderella dance again!
They called him Cinderella
as he was always late for the ball
one of the worst goalkeepers I'd ever seen
and yet he kept trying
time smiles in warm glow eclipse memories highlights Cinderella eyes
love laughter swam in rivers on hot Summer days in beloved eyes
blond hair wind blown green jade eyes loved flush fame possessions
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