Godmother's Gift
Ella they are calling, can you hear? Why is it that you're trembling in fear? What have they done to you? Why are you black and blue? Don't give up, your Prince will come, my dear Ella, why is your dress torn and tattered? It was the only dress to you that mattered There are tears upon your face Maybe they should get a taste Is that horses that i hear clip clop and clatter? Ella, what have the wicked sisters done? Have they had enough of horrid fun? Don't you give up now Let me show you how To send those ugly bitches on the run Ella come and see my gift for you It's time to give those girls what they are due You now hold the power To make them quake and cower They wont be mocking you when we are through Ella, take the belt now don't hold back Give both of their behinds a good hard whack When with them you are through One more surprise for you I've got your step mom tied up in the back.
