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The Fucked Up Cinderella.Sitting in my bedroom, watching the clouds roll through,
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Looking for Prince Charming, not knowing what to do.
My dress is black, my make-up dark, my nails are down to bone,
Staring out that window, through which sunlight once shone.
My prince has yet to show his face; Im worried hes afraid,
Afraid of me and the way I look and this image that Ive made.
If hed get to know me, maybe then hed see,
That Im more than just a blackened gown, theres so much more to me.
My smile is bright, my eyes are deep, my voice as clear as rain,
But every guy I come to know leaves my heart in pain.
Ill stand outdoors to wait for him; maybe hell see me too,
Its already been sixteen long years; hes never yet passed through.
I guess Ill be standing in the rain, under my dark umbrella,
Watching the lovers pass me by, Im the fucked up Cinderella.