Yeah

Well I ride into town with a mop in my hand,

A shovel, a curse, and a master plan.

They call me sweet, but I ain’t too nice,

I’ll bake you a pie or burn down your life.

🎶 Call Cinderellie, we clean up right,

From murder scenes to prom tonight.

We’ll scrub your floors and hex your foes,

Sell lemonade while your house explodes.

We’re mop-swingin’, outlaw-livin’,

A little unholy, a whole lotta givin’.

If your life’s a mess or your ex needs fearin’…

🎶 Call Cinderellie—We Do More Than Cleanin’! 🎶

We’ll kidnap your doubts, take your guilt for a walk,

Trim your hedges while we eavesdrop and stalk.

We impersonate nuns, crash a birthday or three,

And mow your lawn into skull art for free.

🎶 Call Cinderellie, we don’t play tame,

We steal your heart and torch the blame.

We’ll bake your cake then blow your car,

Crash your wedding like a country star.

We’re sass-slingin’, dirt-diggin’,

Rootin’, tootin’, slightly wicked.

If justice needs a side of spice…

🎶 We’ll swing our broom like a blade of ice. 🎶

We cast a spell, we serve sweet tea,

We spy on your ex with a hidden GoPro tree.

🎶 We’re the boots-on crew that don’t say sorry—

We clean up sins and make ’em look pretty. 🎶

🎶 Call Cinderellie, day or night,

We’ll make your wrongs look squeaky right.

From psychic reads to your dog’s lost bone,

We’ll fix your house and burn your throne.

We’re grit-pickin’, curse-flickin’,

Sugar sweet and full of vengeance stickin’.

Don’t need a prince or a ball gown gleamin’…

🎶 Just give us a call—we’ll start the cleanin’. 🧹🔥