Put On Your Shoes

Cinderella met a fella
Sitting at a bar.
She said, “If you’ve got money, honey,
My car’s not very far.”

He looked her over with a smile,
Then tipped his hat and said,
“You mean I get to screw the queen
Without losing my head?”

He paid the tab, they left together,
To drive around the block,
And danced a tango in his car,
Then they went for a walk.

“How did it come to this?” he questioned
As he paid the price to ask.
Cinderella hid a frown
And took a sip from her flask.

Liquor burns and warms the soul.
She smiled at the John.
Prince Charming wasn’t charming,
And the ball was all a con.

But never mind the story,
For it’s long and pretty sad.
I left a home filled with abuse
For a man equally as bad.

This was what she thought, at least,
As he looked at her for an answer.
But how could she tell him Prince Charming
Had a personality like cancer?

So instead, she gave a laugh and replied,
“Perhaps it’s a little crazy,
But amongst the drinks, I talk too much.
It’s all a little hazy.”

It wasn’t, but she couldn’t say
She remembered every bit.
Abuse is hard to talk about.
It’s something she’d never admit.

Divorce isn’t an option, so she ran,
Plus the Prince, he was a cheater.
She couldn’t tell her latest John
Prince Charming was the one who beat her.

And as the man she’d been with
Got in his car and drove away,
She put his money in her purse
And wished to be okay.

Three days at a ball isn’t enough
To know if somebody’s the one.
So no matter what they tell you, if he asks,
Put on both your shoes and run.