I was supposed to be miles away
but I suffered a change of heart.
Who needs driving hundreds of miles
a day, a heart attack, more money
than I won't save for rainy tomorrows.
I run in for pizza and there she sits
lonely as a working class maid
that hasn't been invited to the ball.
I want to repeat some mindless cliché
like the glass slipper doesn't have to fit
and you're so right the way you are
as you can't be any less
than the full bodied angel I see.
I wanted to slip my fingers, (what else)
through her long Cinderella hair,
but I didn't damn me.
I wanted to share with her the pizza pie
I ate silently in ten minutes flat alone.
