Death of Cinderella - Alanis Morissette

I’m wise and ambitious

And angry and free

And smart and available

And sexy

And soft and appealing

And wearing pajamas

And twisted and willing

And crazy

And this is the story of the death of Cinderella

She grew to be a maid cause she couldn’t find a fella

That could please her

And it’s all they could do not to throw her on the floor

And thought-provoking

And opinionated

Cultured and funny

And experienced

Fearless and tender

And sweetly innocent

Uninhibited

Likes a good debate

And this is the story of the death of Cinderella

She grew to be a maid cause she couldn’t find a fella

That could please her

And it’s all that you could do not to tie her to the bed

I could fall in love a million times before I die

You could draw me a bubble bath

We could walk into the sunset

This is the story of the death of Cinderella

She grew to be a maid cause she couldn’t find a fella

That could please her

And it’s all they could do not to shake her shoulders

And this is the story of the death of Cinderella

I’m gonna grow to be a maid cause I’ll never find a fella

That can please me

And it’s all you can do not to kick me in the ass