Cinderella Syndrome

I'm gonna tell you a story

About a girl that we all know

She's always around man

She never pays for a single show

Arrived at the gig about half past eight

She's got no money got herself a date

Started to drink about half past nine

Had five beers, cheap bottle of wine

Well, she's looking good, she's got no right

To come here with that geek tonight

Next thing you know you've got no beer

And everyone looks so good in here

And then the clock strikes twelve

You turned into a slut

Cinderella syndrome

Cinderella syndrome

Cinderella syndrome

Looking to make somebody moan

Felt so good, felt so right

You had to get fucked all through the night

You woke in the morning, such a disgrace

'Cause you had jizz all over your face

And he was gone

He made you feel cheap

Cinderella syndrome

Cinderella syndrome

Cinderella syndrome

Did he make you moan?