Prefab Sprout - The Glass Slipper lyrics
[Prefab Sprout - The Glass Slipper lyrics]
She slipped and grazed her perfect wings
On the frosted surface of his misogyny
Later at home paint toenails blue
The colour seems to suit her mood as
She imagines you
But when he comes, his hands are cold
His imagination puerile
He simply won't be told
Come to me, becomes routine
Up the garden path
Love and care, stand over there
Looking for a job
The other boys were calling from the
Bar and the slot machines
The king in peagreen rugby shirt
And she his kitchen queen
I have the heels of the glass slipper
One little dance till my sandal's back snaps
We've sad wings
A cage is a lonely thing my love
The sky's so thoroughly
As you are everything to me
Change your name
Let it become the same my love
Would a rose smell sweet
Plucked and planted in the street
Just like Joyce
Love has no single voice my love
While she may scream out loud
She's only one in such a crowd
One more guise
I'm changing before your eyes my love
Don't write me off too soon my love
Look, it's snowing
And the sky is bitter blue said it's snowing
And I am going for a walk
These sad wings
A cage is an awful thing my love
Damn sleighbells peal
And silver heels refract her light
And I'll pass by
Well trained dogs throw and fetch
Beck and call, hide and seek is that all?
She'll be the first to speak
While he thinks this is something
His wooden face his ruddy cheeks
Overdressed or wordly expressed so he speaks
Embodied poem a perfect hour
Deep down through reservoir
Somewhere in the dark
His queen, his belle decides she'll stay
Despite the circumstances and the every day
Damn sleighbells peal
And silver heels refract her light
And I'll pass by
Well trained dogs throw and fetch
Beck and call, hide and seek is that all?
She'll be the first to speak
While he thinks this is something
On the frosted surface of his misogyny
Later at home paint toenails blue
The colour seems to suit her mood as
She imagines you
But when he comes, his hands are cold
His imagination puerile
He simply won't be told
Come to me, becomes routine
Up the garden path
Love and care, stand over there
Looking for a job
The other boys were calling from the
Bar and the slot machines
The king in peagreen rugby shirt
And she his kitchen queen
I have the heels of the glass slipper
One little dance till my sandal's back snaps
We've sad wings
A cage is a lonely thing my love
The sky's so thoroughly
As you are everything to me
Change your name
Let it become the same my love
Would a rose smell sweet
Plucked and planted in the street
Just like Joyce
Love has no single voice my love
While she may scream out loud
She's only one in such a crowd
One more guise
I'm changing before your eyes my love
Don't write me off too soon my love
Look, it's snowing
And the sky is bitter blue said it's snowing
And I am going for a walk
These sad wings
A cage is an awful thing my love
Damn sleighbells peal
And silver heels refract her light
And I'll pass by
Well trained dogs throw and fetch
Beck and call, hide and seek is that all?
She'll be the first to speak
While he thinks this is something
His wooden face his ruddy cheeks
Overdressed or wordly expressed so he speaks
Embodied poem a perfect hour
Deep down through reservoir
Somewhere in the dark
His queen, his belle decides she'll stay
Despite the circumstances and the every day
Damn sleighbells peal
And silver heels refract her light
And I'll pass by
Well trained dogs throw and fetch
Beck and call, hide and seek is that all?
She'll be the first to speak
While he thinks this is something