Shoe Made of Glass

Hear ye, hear ye, hear ye If you don't know yet, you won't believe What I'm about to tell But our handsome young prince at the ball Well, he fell for a pretty young lady I hear quite the stunner Who then turned out to be Uh-huh, quite the runner See, at the end of the night This woman split so fast She left no name No ID, just a shoe made of glass And now he's looking For the girl With the other glass slipper No buckles, no laces Not even a zipper The shoe, the shoe, does it look like this? That's a dirty old boot, lady, swing and a miss It's hard for me to tell, could my foot be right? Your foot's the size of a canoe, ma'am, way too tight How unfortunate for me that I birthed Ten sons That is too bad But I like those vocal runs Ey, ey, ey People, look, it ain't me who needs convincing I ain't the one with the ring-a-ding-ding Go home, get your girls in the shoe that goes bling And don't show it to me, tell it to your future king