I wrote a letter
To my very own Cinderella.
And she had been taken
By a good thief to quench his cravings.
Lost my lover to the hands of a thief
Later he took from me my only key
Tricked me, tricked her, and stole her away
The lover is gone, I'll never see her again.
I wrote a letter
To my very own Cinderella.
My purse, stolen
By who, the witch who's eating kids in a forest full of muffins.
As I was walking, witches were watching
The forest was whispering, the shadows, talking.
And then I noticed, my letter, I lost it.
Someone must have picked it up, put it in their pocket.
Thief, thief, drop it!
Thief, thief, drop it!
Lost my lover to the hands of a thief
Later he took from me my only key
Tricked me, tricked her, and stole her away
My lover is gone, I'll never see her again.
