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.