Hear ye, hear ye, hear ye
If you don't know, yeah, you won't believe what I'm about to tell
But our handsome young prince, at the ball, well he fell
For a pretty young lady, I hear quite the stunner
Who then turned out to be, uh-huh, quite the runner
See at the end of the night, this woman split so fast
She left no name, no id, just a shoe made of glass
And now he's looking for the girl with the other glass slipper
No buckles, no laces, not even a zipper
(The shoe, the shoe, does it look like this?
That's a dirty old boot, lady, swing and a miss
(It's hard for me to tell, could my foot be right?)
Your foot's the size of a canoe, ma'am, way too tight
(How unfortunate for me that I can't turn size)
That is too bad
But I like those vocal runs
Ay, ay, ay,
People, look, it ain't me who needs convincing
I ain't the one with the ring-a-ding-ding
Go home, get your girls and the shoe that goes bling
And don't show it to me
Tell it to your future king