Nights are cold, trying not to think of home
But it seems to always happen when the lights get low.
She got dreams and aspirations so she takes out loans
To get her degree, prove she can make it on her own.
Step dad’s an alcoholic, mom nonexistent.
Tested early on to be resilient.
Searching for prince charming but he’s no prince at all.
No fairy tale ending, no glass slipper *****.
Relationships got down with a couple of beers.
Can’t rely on a man, gotta rely on a career.
She says she’s fine but I know her soul hurts.
Determined to make it and emerge from the dirt
To be more than a piece of *** in a skirt
And keeping a wary eye for guys trying to flirt,
Sizing her up, ignoring her mind they want her figure.
Magazines and media say she could be thinner.
Surrounded by females who care about fashion details.
Jimmy Choo shoes, Prada bags off retail.
Superficial women riding on their man’s coattails.
If that’s the standard then she knew she’d fail.
But she can’t, so she close her eyes and imagine
A world to call her own and she had to make it happen.
She stay grounded while her friends stay high.
They looking for their next fix, she keep her eyes to the sky.
She don’t really belong so through her teeth she lies
And just a few more years she’ll get that prize.

Cinderella wanna be a role model not a pole model.
Cinderella wanna be a work girl not a twerk girl.
Cinderella don’t wanna find answers at the bottom of a bottle..
Go Cinderella, this is your world