May I do the un-troduction, CinderellanShoe, shoe was CinderellanIn this little cellarnWe grow like weedsnCause it’s damp and darknAnd we chose to park right here nOh dear oh dear oh dea-ea-ea-earnnSomeone is bound nTo notice that we don’t nBlend in no matter how hardnThe bartender triesnWith our parking skillsnAnd our lullabiesnSo he lays and lies and lies nAwakennSayin’ oh mannI’ve got me a cunt back home nAnd she’s got herself anBun in the oven nIf you know what I meannI mean I triednI tried to keep the whole thing clean nAnd it never happened on a screennAnd it was seennNever happening by nMillions of peoplenOh sometimes you just gottanSell your sou-ou-oulnSometimes you just gottanSell your soulnnCinderellanShoe, shoenCinderella, CinderellanShoe, shoenCindere-eh-eh-ellan