letra de cinderella - cleaners from venus
[spoken]
oy d-ch-ss, you know he’s up on that snow
he’s making me sneeze
take that sad look off your face
pitch the rags and don the lace
cause everybody’s waiting in the hall
dress yourself in the seven sins
turn up the cellos and the violins
cause cinderella’s going to the ball
my, my, how your rivals sigh
watching from the wings when you take your curtain call
you got them
head up, cinders
and don’t be late
you might get splintered by the golden gate
cinderella’s going to the ball
here she comes with a red guitar
borrowed from a burned-out sixties star
who saw the legends rise and watched them fall
drank to much from the san levant
in a paisley painted pop star’s car
cinderella’s going to the ball
my, my, how your rivals sigh
watching from the wings when you take your curtain call
you got them
head up, cinders
and don’t be late
you might get splintered by the golden gate
and cinderella’s going to the ball
yeah cinderella’s going to the ball
(applause)
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