Sinderella

I fuck 'em in the morning and in the afternoon
I fuck 'em in the evening to the light of the moon
I fuck 'em 'til I do bleed
I fuck 'em because there’s a need
Well, boys and girls, I guess you could say I was your Christmas crack whore.
Ha ha ha!
I fuck 'em in the morning and in the afternoon
I fuck 'em in the evening to the light of the moon
I suck 'em 'til my knees turn blue
I fuck 'em they need me too
My heart’s been broken, my heart’s bruised
The wheel of fate has me abused
When I was younger my mother died
Now I kneel by her graveside
I think of the kindness, I start to cry
I fuck 'em that’s the reason why
I just hope one day I might meet her again
Don’t know where and I don’t know when
But ladies and gentlemen, boys and girls
It’s my only reason to live in this world
Once upon a time I was a nice little girl called Cinderella. I was happy as
Larry, but then… well, shit happens. Mom died. My mother was a very beautiful
person. She was no common whore. She was expensive. I am probably the daughter
of a famous singer whose identity, I swore to mother before she died,
I would never reveal. Or at least the daughter of one of his band.
Or road crew. Or maybe audience
I fuck 'em in the morning and in the afternoon…
Anyway, mama was doing quite well. The social workers hadn’t managed to put me
in a home. Some of my uncles were quite nice. They only beat mama up when she
didn’t earn enough money. But as I said: mama was a classy lady.
She spent most of her time horizontal. Fuck them! You know what I’m saying?
I fuck 'em in the morning and in the afternoon…
I fuck 'em! Yeah, that’s what I say!
Fuck 'em! I talk the talk and do the deed
Fuck 'em! Yeah