How the story rolls
Magic's taught and history's told
A glory hole

Which through gazed her eyes of gold
Those veins run cold
Mystery's wife evades her soul

Scaring to and fro

Tearing through the snow

As she makes her darling coat
Hoarding all the shawls
Now her evil highness rose


Kind of like Shakespearean prose
Without the rose

Avid as she sows
Cruella grows
Horace and Jasper stole

So let the horror flow

Black and white in hair

Elegantly gaunt in frame
A boney flare
Which christened Cruel with creepy grace

Always smokey air
Circling one lurch, Hepburn face
In her head which filled the space

Was the one hellacious taste
As she aims her fate
Nothing flees her sore embrace


As the biggest mistake that Cruel ever made
Was when she left her cave and started to reign

As the love for her fades
Our feelings won't change
So my darling Cruella

We see through the grey

In her cold glare

Loveliest and rare
Frightened you'll soon wear
And this elegantly haunting is so fair

Theres no reason to part from her cold lair
She has all of the loveliest and rare
Things which frighten at first

But she'll soon wear

She's a regional spark from this nowhere

And this elegant loveliness so fair
Taking strolls through the dark by the moon's glare
As she listens for barks in the night air

Always searching for marks on the white hair

Cruel, you're so fair