Cinderella (Intro)

[Interlude: Deborah Healy, Michael, FBI]
Oh my fucking god
Oh my fucking god
Oh my fucking god
Oh my fucking god
Oh my fucking god
Oh my fucking god
Oh my fucking god
Well here I am
At the massive network of tunnels that conveniently runs underneath my house
Once I go in here, the cops will never find me
Deborah, stop, don't go
Michael, what the fuck are you doing here?
Please don't leave, I can't live without your beautiful curvaceous body
Shut the fuck up Michael, I know the truth
You didn't leave me because I murdered that innocent child, I do that all time
No, this was different
No, Deborah please, I can explain
This is the FBI, you're under arrest
Fire at will
Oh my god, that was really awkward
I think I have bullets stuck in my pussy
They'll never find me in these caves
One day my daughter went in and she never came back out
I guess this is where I'll write my third album
Fuck, where's my shoe?
I lost one of my fucking heels
What am I going to fucking do? My foot smells like Jasbina's armpits, everything is ruined