Cinderella

Cinderella

Cinderella is coming home

She’s barely dressed

She’s on her own

See her as the cold gates close

She whispers to her self

I love to be more than this fool by the door I’d love to be kissed your craving for this feel the passion it pours

I’d love to be yours

I would be proud and I would be pleased

I would feel special and I would be teased I would adore if you’re knocked at the door right now

Boy you would be loved

Who is the one who gave you chills?

At the foot of a holy Hill

Is she worth a song from you?

Or on your skin a pale tattoo?

I’d love to be loved I’d love to be loved I’d love to be kissed your craving for this feel the passion it pours I’d love to be yours