Cinderella

Cinderella puts down her magazine
She wants to be like those women that she's seen
If she had the money, oh if she had the time,
If she had the airbrush she could look that fine
And every page is subtle with temptation
Promising a magic transformation;

You'll pay through the nose job for each wave of that wand
There are not many natural blondes
And all that stuff you're slathered in
Dries your hair and dries your skin
And sells you the expensive lie
That you won't get old and die.


Cinderella is plucked and bleached and tanned
And curled (or straightened) as the supplements demand
Part child, part porn-star, she cries in bed at night
No-one will love her until she gets it right
The Prince goes by oblivious in a dream
How can he love a face he's never seen?

You'll pay through the nose job for each wave of that wand
There are not many adult natural blondes
And all that stuff you're slathered in
Dries your hair and dries your skin
And sells you the expensive lie
That you won't get old and die.


Cindrella is bankrupt and blue
Her handsome prince is sadly overdue
Can there be true love where there is no truth
Just the illusion of everlasting youth?
This time the fairy's really gone too far
She's hardly left a trace of who you are;

You'll pay through the nose job for each wave of that wand
There are not many natural blondes
And all that stuff you're slathered in
Dries your hair and dries your skin
And sells you the expensive lie
That you won't get old and die.


(c) Nicky Johns