Tinderella
She spends her days in a rock bar dreaming of marriage
She has to take a cab home because her car's in the garage
But then her shift ends and she finds her way home
Fortune seems to send her magic through the phone
She's gonna go out in her best clothes
Find Prince Charming in a fella
She takes a vodka, soda and lime
They call her Tinderella
She swipes left and right like a boxer throwing punches at the wind
Meets a nice guy but he stalks her and never seems to get the hint
And she takes the drinks from the guys that always tipped her
To the floor she sinks because she lost her glass slipper
She's gonna go out in her best clothes
Find Prince Charming in a fella
She takes a vodka, soda and lime
They call her Tinderella
She's stuck having sex on a sofa with someone she barely know
She swapped that vodka, lime and a soda
For fairy dust she sticks in her nose
But this ain't the end for old Tinderella
Ain't how her story goes
She met her match, it's some guy from Glasgow and he likes the pic she chose
He just left Sleep-around Beauty, found a thorn in her rose
So he's gonna pick her up at the castle, take care of all her woes
She's gonna go out in her best clothes
Find Prince Charming in a fella
She takes a vodka, soda and lime
They call her Tinderella
Yeah, they call her Tinderella
And ain't he a lucky fella
She has to take a cab home because her car's in the garage
But then her shift ends and she finds her way home
Fortune seems to send her magic through the phone
She's gonna go out in her best clothes
Find Prince Charming in a fella
She takes a vodka, soda and lime
They call her Tinderella
She swipes left and right like a boxer throwing punches at the wind
Meets a nice guy but he stalks her and never seems to get the hint
And she takes the drinks from the guys that always tipped her
To the floor she sinks because she lost her glass slipper
She's gonna go out in her best clothes
Find Prince Charming in a fella
She takes a vodka, soda and lime
They call her Tinderella
She's stuck having sex on a sofa with someone she barely know
She swapped that vodka, lime and a soda
For fairy dust she sticks in her nose
But this ain't the end for old Tinderella
Ain't how her story goes
She met her match, it's some guy from Glasgow and he likes the pic she chose
He just left Sleep-around Beauty, found a thorn in her rose
So he's gonna pick her up at the castle, take care of all her woes
She's gonna go out in her best clothes
Find Prince Charming in a fella
She takes a vodka, soda and lime
They call her Tinderella
Yeah, they call her Tinderella
And ain't he a lucky fella
Credits
Writer(s): Liam Somerville
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