Death Of Cinderella — текст песни (Alanis Morissette)

I`m wise and ambitious
And angry and free
And smart and available
And sexy...

I`m soft and appealing
And wearing pajamas
And twisted and willing
And crazy...

And this is the story of the death of Cinderella
She`d grow to be a maid if she couldn`t find a fella
Who can use her
And it`s all you could do not to throw her on the floor.

And thought-provoking
And opinionated
Cultured and funny
And experienced...

Fearless and tender
And sweetly innocent
Uninhibited
Likes a good debate.

And this is the story of the death of Cinderella
She`d grow to be a maid if she couldn`t find a fella
Who can use her
And it`s all you could do not to tie her to the bed.

I could fall in love a million times before I die
You could draw me a bubble bath
We could walk into the sunset...

And this is the story of the death of Cinderella
She`d grow to be a maid if she couldn`t find a fella
Who can use her
And it`s all you could do not to keep her sober.

And this is the story of the death of Cinderella
I`m gonna grow to be a maid and I`ll never find a fella
Who can use me
And that`s all you can do not to kick me in the ass.