If you don't know yet, you won't believe what I'm about to tell But I had some young prints of the ball where he fell for a pretty young lady I hit 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, swinging a mist It's hard for me to tell, could my foot be right? You've missed the size of the canoe, man, way too tight How unfortunate for me that I've parked ten silences That is too bad, but I like those vocal runs Hey, hey, hey, 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 a shoe that goes bling And don't show it to me, tell it to your future king