Glass Slipper

No one’s asking to go dancing
It’s not like that anymore
It’s romantic if they mean it
When they shut your fingers in the door
It’s a gory sort of story
That’s been told a hundred times before
It gets tricking, don’t be picky
If the slipper fits you wear it, whore

How many tips can I take home tonight
Without them getting mad?
How many stitches do you think it takes
To fix a cut that bad?
How many minuets until midnight
And you get your eyesight back?

Not to knock it
I’ve been of it
Never moving very much at once
It’s been akward I still offer it
When it’s that time of

Other girls shower
But I give out flowers
To curious strangers
Who throw dollars at my feet

How many crimes can I try
Spotting dry before it leaves a stain?
How many times say that
I love you till it doesn’t mean a thing?
How many fittings must I sit through
With my big feet blistering?
How many times until it strips me
And my big mouth strikes again?

I’m not asking to go dancing
I’m not that dumb anymore
It’s exhausting to keep smileing
When your toes are bleeding on the floor
It’s a gory sort of story
That’s been told a hundred times before
Don’t be sorry!
Just ignore me
Because honestly I’m

Too sore from fitting exactly
To ride into setting suns
Aching to stand on my own two feet

How many wishes do I still have left
To fix the way it ends?
How many princes do you think it takes
To put a girl like this back together again?
How many instances can you point out
When I was less than kind?
How many happy endings do you need
To change your fucking mind?
And how much time do we have left
Before it’s midnight and
You see that I was never the right size?

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