Cinderella Doesn't Need a Fella

Cinderella... So beautiful and down to earth

An amazing young lady, unaware of her worth

Constantly mocked, always rejected

One of the millions feeling neglected

A simple night out, but nothing was ever the same

Not because of the fancy dress or the hours of fame

Or even the prince that asked for her name

But for the first time in her life, she finally felt free

Nobody telling her who she had to be

As the night went on, she laughed and she danced

Her effortless beauty had the prince entranced

He leaned in for a kiss while admiring her pearls

But she whispered softly, "I'm sorry, I like girls"

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