Lyrics: Jeff Blim
Music: Jeff Blim
I was raised
To be appraised
My path was paved
My dress was made
A princess bride to be
Oh
And then the day
It never came
A fitted dude
In a suit!
No, a stepmother for me
Oh
And I know now that I am no lawyer
So I'm leaning on natural law
And if it wanted to scale the balance
Toward my cause...
I'd thank my stars!
Cuz I wish you nothin' but defeat
And I want nothin' for you but the least
And I know you're wishin' that I'd be sweet and behave...
I want to step on your grave
I don't know how much maggot soup I can make!
A cup of toes, a dash of mold, a half a toad
It needs oregano!
There's only so many frog guts a girl can take
A hundred gnats, a pinch of rat, one whole cat?
To hell with that
I know I might need a lawyer
Cuz I've been forced to break a few legs
And if I wanted to sharpen my cleaver on this day...
Oh, I got names!
Cuz I wish you nothin' but defeat
And I want nothin' for you but the least
And I know you're trippin' that I might switch and be brave...
I wanna walk all over, lose composure
Step on Stepmother's godforsaken grave!
I don't know how it'll come to be
But I'll see you under my feet, so deep
Where even hell couldn't reach!
Lord, give me a reason
Not to smite these demons
With my father's sword in legion!
Oh my god, Imma' need ya!
Help my soul remove these lesions
God, see the treason they brought upon my house...
They brought upon my house...
I was raised
To be appraised
My path was paved
My dress was made
A princess bride to be
Oh