No Broom Or Mop Can Chain Me, I Am Free!

Cinderella do this, Cinderella do that

Always demanding and ringing to call me as if I was a maid

Constantly I clean up after you and I don't even get invited to a town's parade

Today I'm breaking free

I fit the glass slipper

The Prince's love for me couldn't get any deeper

No more rags and dirty floors cleaned by me

I'm off to better things that I deserve 

I am a soon to be Queen.

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