Cindarella

Cindarella, but where you at ya
If I pop out of here will I get your attention
Shitty convention, we feeling a bit a tension
I put my bag out, surfing all the dimensions
No mentions to the old man
Sold his gold hold cold
Ahold of a told scold
Mold of the sole, tall toes
With the tippy dip, skinny dip
Lip in it
It's cold
But my fire skin, zipping down
Cindarella spin around
My glass boots slip and sound
Cindarella spin around
But my fire skin, zipping down
Cindarella spin around
My glass boots slip and sound
Marble floor spin around
Catch a flight fleeing
A sight seeing guy
Peeling down my thigh
Buy healing fry
Die for the pie, thigh peeling guy
Put yourself together, this is the night
Dress fingelling
Fire tingeling
Leading up the plea
Sync up the stink pink sealing chop suey
Stop the lead of sing, and let me sing after me
Cindarella dance with me
Just the composition
The complextion of the uhh
Skipping on the bag
Seeking money with the V
Being thy self dropping it then, mopping up the floor
Moutain of cash pooping the tag
Liar for hire
Desire is dire
Empire of fire
Choir of wire
Ear full of bless, attire of a mire
Just one question
How we gonna get flyer
But my fire skin, zipping down
Cindarella spin around
My glass boots slip and sound
Cindarella spin around
But my fire skin, zipping down
Cindarella spin around
My glass boots slip and sound
Marble floor spin around