Shoe Made of Glass

Hear ye, hear ye, hear ye If you don't know, yeah, you won't believe what I'm about to tell 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 can't turn size) 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 and the shoe that goes bling And don't show it to me Tell it to your future king