F - Cinderella Lyrics
Cinderella Cinderella won't you let me take you home with me
So you found your Prince Charming was just a dream
There wasn't any Palace and you weren't a Queen
In your faded cotton dresses anyone can see you're still Cinderella to me
Cinderella Cinderella this is not the way love should be
Cinderella Cinderella won't you let me take you home with me
Our honeymoon may not be a fancy ball
You may not have a maid or butler at your call
But I'll be more than any prince could ever be you'll be Cinderella to me
Cinderella Cinderella...
Won't you let me take you home with me
F - Cinderella Lyrics
Cinderella
Firefall
Last December I met a girl
She took a likin' to me
Said she loved me
But she didn't know the meaning of the word
She imagined love to be grand
Me holdin' her hand and
Whisperin' sweet things and
Cooin' softly like a song bird
Then one mornin' she came to me
With a tear in her eye and a
Sigh on her breath Lord she said
"Hon I'm heavy with child"
I said "god damn girl can't you see
That I'm breakin'my back
Just tryin' to keep my head above water
And it's turnin' me wild"
Cinderella can't you see
Don't want your company
You better leave this mornin' leave today
Take your love and your child away
Rockin' chair on the front porch
I'm thinkin' about all the things that I did
As a young man
Now that I'm old
I remember her and the boy
Did he have all the toys and the joys
That a young man should have
Before he gets too old
Cinderella couldn't you see
Didn't want your company
Shoulda left that mornin' left that day
Took your love and your child away
F - Cinderella Lyrics
On the rebound, fumbling all the lines
The light at the end of the bottle - alcoholic alphabet
Through the looking glass the proof in my own reflection
Five senses down and reeling on the Cinderella search
On the rebound, fumbling all the lines
Decay on the vertical hold with a horizontal aim
Conversation needs translation
Three dimensions down dissolving on the Cinderella search,
Cinderella search
On the rebound, fumbling all the lines
Dreaming bartenders, bourbon and saxophone,
Out of luck, out of charm, out the game of rejections in a cigarette city
Only courting the homing of direction on the Cinderella search,
Cinderella search
But the Samaritan of the heartbroken, heartbroken,
Swam through the nicotine seize, and we exchanged the kiss of life
Resurrection in a trance, the model, the Grail, in a Marquee of promises
I touched the dream, I hold the dream, I have the dream
To end the Cinderella search, Cinderella search, oh no more, no more
Exposing bedside manners on a work extension
Awaiting development with paranoid Polaroid eyes, Polaroid eyes
The footman memorised the number
But the prince still holds both the slippers
And would you leave a palace for a bed-sit
And Canterbury Tales, Canterbury Tales?
Maybe it was infatuation or the thrill of the chase
Maybe you were always beyond my reach and my heart was playing safe
But was that love in your eye I saw or the reflection of mine?
I'll never really know for sure, you never really gave me time.
Give me time, won't you give me that time
Welcome back to the circus
Welcome back to the circus
Welcome back to the circus
I always use the cue sheets but never the nets
Always the cue sheets but never the nets,
Never the nets, never the nets,
nevertheless, nevertheless, nevertheless, nevertheless, nevertheless...
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