Cinderella, oh Cinderella,
I heard you went to the ball.
You pranced and danced,
twisted and shook your booty.
In grand fashion, my Cinderella,
you tripped the light fantastic.
Dolled up, long legs and juicy red lips,
you went grinding on the prince,
twirling and parading in the spotlight.
I saw you driving down Route 66
in an old Chevy, top down, wind in your hair,
with a fancy cowboy sitting by your side,
playing a funky ditty on a glittery dobro.

Oh Cinderella, the party never ends,
like you said, its money on the stage.
Somewhere along that golden road,
you changed and threw away my heart,
like your glass slipper, it shattered on the ground.
And from the horizon, a distant music grew louder,
a piano playing a soft, funky, sad melody.
Cinderella, who shattered your glass slipper?
Who took off your glamorous prom dress?
Oh Cinderella, what happened to your dreams?
Did they die a quick death or wither away?

You once pressed your breasts to my chest
and we danced two souls as one.
You said I’d always be your shining light.
Have you forgotten how you ripped open my chest
and left a kiss on my heart?
When the sun shines dimly while the rain pours down,
When your dreams are crushed and a sad fiddle plays,
those other cowboys won’t wipe away your tears.
When your glass slipper lies in shards,
you can always know, that there is one,
saving your old pair of boots and playing a familiar tune,
way back home on a broken guitar that is my heart.