Shoe Made of Glass

Hear ye, hear ye, hear ye

If you don't know yet, you won't believe what I'm about to tell you

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 birthed ten sons

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 in the shoe that goes bling

And don't show it to me, tell it to your future king