I'm gonna tell you a story
About a girl that we all know
She's always around man

She never pays for a single show

Arrived at the gig about half past eight

She's got no money got herself a date
Started to drink about half past nine
Had five beers, cheap bottle of wine


Well, she's looking good, she's got no right
To come here with that geek tonight

Next thing you know you've got no beer
And everyone looks so good in here


And then the clock strikes twelve

You turned into a !@#%


Cinderella syndrome
Cinderella syndrome

Cinderella syndrome
Looking to make somebody moan


Felt so good, felt so right
You had to get $#&@ed all through the night
You woke in the morning, such a disgrace

'Cause you had &&^( all over your face

And he was gone


He made you feel cheap


Cinderella syndrome
Cinderella syndrome
Cinderella syndrome

Did he make you moan?