My Dearest Cinderella

I know you want a fella, but you’ve been through a hell-of-a
lot of trouble of late, and knowing you as I do I should tell ya
it’s good you got out of that cellar,
but my advice, at least what I’d tell ya
From where I’m sat, you’re not heading on the right tra – jec – tory.

First off your age, have ya told that fat cat
Prince because the legal fact is that domestic slavery is where you’re at
There’s a hotline to report that
The police will come, there’s protection against that criminal act.

I know you call them ugly, but abuse
is no use to fix the problem of whose
life you’ll lose. They’re not right, those two
They’re not sisters at all, but abusers of your nature, they use
you, abuse you, you need make them no excuse.

But this should not be left to a random encounter
with a prince, however much of a charmer.
This is one night, young Ella,
One night, first night, new fella
And yes you had one hell-of-a night to remember
But no, that one night is not forever.

You lost a shoe, may I say to ya
A small shoe, made of magic? Whatever.
But the prince says whoever
Fits the shoe, that’s his lover?
What the fuck, girl, get over
Yourself, you should grow up and smell some serious coffee.

He’s a flake! Casanova never works, just a poser.
He sees you and falls head-over-hells into passion, but he’s never
so much as spoken to ya.

He’s no idea that you’re clever,
of your joyful persona.
He’s a lush, he’s a fake, he’s not me, I’m the truer
One you want, my dear Cinder.

Because I know ya, I see ya,
Way more than “godmother”
I’m not just fellow traveller,
I’m way more than just friend, yeah?
I am Buttons, dear Ella.
And it’s me truly loves ya.