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Cinderella in Music & Poetry

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Literature
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I guess you think you know this story.You don't. The real one's much more gory.The phoney one, the one you know,Was cooked up years and years ago,And made to sound all soft and sappyjust to keep the children happy.Mind you, they got the first bit right,The bit where, in the dead of night,The Ugly Sisters, jewels and all,Departed for the Palace Ball,While darling little CinderellaWas locked up in a slimy cellar,Where rats who wanted things to eat,Began to nibble at her feet.She bellowed 'Help!' and 'Let me out!The Magic Fairy heard her shout.Appearing in a blaze of light,She said: 'My dear, are you all right?''All right?' cried Cindy .'Can't you see'I feel as rotten as can be!'She beat her fist against the wall,And shouted, 'Get me to the Ball!'There is a Disco at the Palace!'The rest have gone and I am jealous!'I want a dress! I want a coach!'And earrings and a diamond brooch!'And silver slippers, two of those!'And lovely nylon panty hose!'Done up like that I'll guarantee'The handsome Prince will fall for me!'The Fairy said, 'Hang on a tick.'She gave her wand a mighty flickAnd quickly, in no time at all,Cindy was at the Palace Ball!It made the Ugly Sisters winceTo see her dancing with the Prince.She held him very tight and pressedherself against his manly chest.The Prince himself was turned to pulp,All he could do was gasp and gulp.Then midnight struck. She shouted,'Heck!I've got to run to save my neck!'The Prince cried, 'No! Alas! Alack!'He grabbed her dress to hold her back.As Cindy shouted, 'Let me go!'The dress was ripped from head to toe.She ran out in her underwear,And lost one slipper on the stair.The Prince was on it like a dart,He pressed it to his pounding heart,'The girl this slipper fits,' he cried,'Tomorrow morn shall be my bride!I'll visit every house in town'Until I've tracked the maiden down!'Then rather carelessly, I fear,He placed it on a crate of beer.At once, one of the Ugly Sisters,(The one whose face was blotched with blisters)Sneaked up and grabbed the dainty shoe,And quickly flushed it down the loo.Then in its place she calmly putThe slipper from her own left foot.Ah ha, you see, the plot grows thicker,And Cindy's luck starts looking sicker.Next day, the Prince went charging downTo knock on all the doors in town.In every house, the tension grew.Who was the owner of the shoe?The shoe was long and very wide.(A normal foot got lost inside.)Also it smelled a wee bit icky.(The owner's feet were hot and sticky.)Thousands of eager people cameTo try it on, but all in vain.Now came the Ugly Sisters' go.One tried it on. The Prince screamed, 'No!'But she screamed, 'Yes! It fits! Whoopee!'So now you've got to marry me!'The Prince went white from ear to ear.He muttered, 'Let me out of here.''Oh no you don't! You made a vow!'There's no way you can back out now!''Off with her head!'The Prince roared back.They chopped it off with one big whack.This pleased the Prince. He smiled and said,'She's prettier without her head.'Then up came Sister Number Two,Who yelled, 'Now I will try the shoe!''Try this instead!' the Prince yelled back.He swung his trusty sword and smackHer head went crashing to the ground.It bounced a bit and rolled around.In the kitchen, peeling spuds,Cinderella heard the thudsOf bouncing heads upon the floor,And poked her own head round the door.'What's all the racket? 'Cindy cried.'Mind your own bizz,' the Prince replied.Poor Cindy's heart was torn to shreds.My Prince! she thought. He chops off heads!How could I marry anyoneWho does that sort of thing for fun?The Prince cried, 'Who's this dirty slut?'Off with her nut! Off with her nut!'Just then, all in a blaze of light,The Magic Fairy hove in sight,Her Magic Wand went swoosh and swish!'Cindy! 'she cried, 'come make a wish!'Wish anything and have no doubt'That I will make it come about!'Cindy answered, 'Oh kind Fairy,'This time I shall be more wary.'No more Princes, no more money.'I have had my taste of honey.I'm wishing for a decent man.'They're hard to find. D'you think you can?'Within a minute, CinderellaWas married to a lovely feller,A simple jam maker by trade,Who sold good home-made marmalade.Their house was filled with smiles and laughterAnd they were happy ever after.

Cinderella are you really that happyCinderella are you really that luckyI wanna know is your life like you dreamedHere I amTrying to find my wayI've kissed so many frogs but I've never found a princeI think they liedI was promised much more than thisWhere's my happy-ever-after?Cinderella is the queen of a kingdomCinderella got the dream she was dreamin'I wanna know where is my happy endCinderella got a prince and a kingdomCinderella got the dream she was dreamin'I wanna know where is my fairy-tale?Something's wrong'cause all my glass shoes breakAnd no one's ever helped this damsel in distressTo help with thisI'm not gonna waste more timeI won't wait to find prince charmingCinderella is the queen of a kingdomCinderella got the dream she was dreamin'I wanna know where is my happy endCinderella got a prince and a kingdomCinderella got the dream she was dreamin'I wanna know where is my fairy-tale?Cinderella are you really that happy?Cinderella are you really that lucky?I wanna know is your life like you dreamed ?Cinderella are you really that happy?Cinderella are you really that lucky?I wanna know is your life like you dreamed?Here I amTrying to find my wayI've kissed so many frogs but I've never found a princeI think they liedI was promised much more than thisWhere's my happy-ever-after?Cinderella is the queen of a kingdomCinderella got the dream she was dreamin'I wanna know where is my happy endCinderella got a prince and a kingdomCinderella got the dream she was dreamin'I wanna know where is my fairy-tale?

Fairytales, make-believe and youFairytales, make-believe and youCinderella, stay awhileYou're the one that I've been lookin' forCinderella, when you smileAll around me sunbeams start to fallMidnight is so nearPlease don't disappearNow that you are hereStay awhileCinderella, I just knowThat the magic slipper's gonna to fitCinderella, do not goYou're my princess I am sure of itThis is love for sureLove that's sweet and pureLove that will endureStay awhileWhen you speakThe angels all singThis is the kind of magicYou bring, ohCinderella, stay awhileThis is like a fairytale with youCinderella, when you smileAll my fairytales are coming trueWell my only fearIs midnight is so nearPlease don't disappearStay awhile, ohFairytales, make-believe and youFairytales, make-believe and youCinderella, stay awhileDon't you go, hoCinderella, stay awhileDon't you goStay, stay, CinderellaStay awhile, please love me CinderellaDon't you go, please don't goCinderella, I would dieCinderella, don't you go, well myI wanna be your fella, CinderellaI wanna be your fella, alrightDon't you go, Cinderella

Cinderella

in Music ' Poetry

I came to see her daddy for sit down man to manIt wasn't any secret I'd be asking for her handI guess that's why he left me waiting in the living room by myselfWith at least a dozen pictures of her sitting on a shelfShe was playing CinderellaShe was riding her first bikeBouncing on the bed and looking for a pillow fightRunning through the sprinkler with a big popsicle grinDancing with her dad, looking up at himIn her eyes I'm Prince CharmingBut to him I'm just some fellaRiding in and stealing CinderellaI leaned in towards those picturesTo get a better look at oneWhen I heard a voice behind me say"Now, ain't she something, son?"I said "Yes, she quite a woman"And he just stared at meThen I realized that in his eyes she would always bePlaying CinderellaRiding her first bikeBouncing on the bed and looking for a pillow fightRunning through the sprinkler with a big popsicle grinDancing with her dad, looking up at himIn her eyes I'm Prince CharmingBut to him I'm just some fellaRiding in and stealing CinderellaHe slapped me on the shoulderThen he called her in the roomWhen she threw her arms around himThat's when I could see it tooShe was playing CinderellaRiding her first bikeBouncing on the bed and looking for a pillow fightRunning through the sprinkler with a big popsicle grinDancing with her dad, looking up at himIf he gives me a hard timeI can't blame the fellaI'm the one who's stealing Cinderella

Cinderellaby Sweetbox2001

Cinderella Stay Awhile by Michael Jackson1975

I used to be your girlfriend and I know I did it wellOh yes you know its trueYou'd call me CinderellaAll you had to do was yellAnd I'd be there for youHere I amSo try to forgive meI don't believe in fairy talesHere we are with nothing but honestyI've had enoughI'm not gonna stayI'm sorry for running away like thisAnd I'm sorry I've already made my wishOh, But Cinderellas got to goFrom time to time I'd try to tell just what was on my mind.You'd tell me not today.Come back, do that.Wheres, Cinderella at...Was all you had to sayHere I am, so try to forgive meI don't believe in fairy taleshere we are with nothing but honestyi've had..enough...i'm not gonna stayI'm sorry for running away like this 'n i'm sorryi've already made my wish. Ah, but cinderella'sgot to goi'm sorry just tryin' to live my lifedon't worry, you're gonna be alrightbut cinderellas got to go.[spoken]I used to say I want you, you cast me in your spell.I did everything you wanted me to, but now i shall..break free from all your lies. I won't be blind you see,my love it can't be sacrificed, i won't return to thee.[sung]I'm so sorry, i've already made up my mind[spoken]I won't return to thee[sung]I'm sorry to say, i'm runnin' away now...don't worry, you will be alrighti'm runnin' away, i've made up my mind now..your gonna have to let me goI'm sorry for runnin' away like this, and I'msorry I've already made my wishOh, but cinderella's got to goI'm sorry, just tryin' to live my life, don't worry, your going to be alright!but cinderella's got to go.

Cinderellaby Britney Spears 2001

Stealing Cinderella by Chuck Wicks2008

Cinderella(a poem)by Roald Dahl


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