Kiss me before Midnight, or I'm gone for good.
My glass slipper broke under my fist, you see,
and my mother won't glue it together.
My pumpkin just died,
and I'm sick of watching my Prince Charming go off into the back room with another girl.
It tickles when mice run under my dress, and
Oh.
Last call?
Good.
Great.
I'm getting sorta tired of hiding in this bathroom stall.