Cinderella just turned twenty
And she's the most beautiful child
Her dear lover, sir Prince Charming
Takes her upon his white horse
And time slips her mind
In this silver palace
So as not to notice the rising day
She closed her eyes and in her dreams
She's gone
Lovely little story
She's gone
Lovely little story
Cinderella just turned thirty
And she's the saddest of mothers
Her Prince Charming has walked away
He left her for Sleeping Beauty
She's seen countless white horses
Take her children away from her
So she starts to drink
To hang around in bars
And wallowing in her despair
Now she's starting to work the streets
She's gone
Lovely little story
She's gone
Lovely little story
After just ten years of this life
She ended up a junkie
And in an infinite slumber
Cinderella's watching her life go
The lights dance inside
The ambulance
But she kills her very last chance
Nothing matters anymore
She's gone
End of story
Our Father who art so old,
Say, have you really done your best?
Because on Earth and in heaven
Your angels do not like growing old