Cinderella Rebuttle

Look at the pretty woman walking down the street
All she is for you is a conquered feat
She is a gorgeous as can be
But past her beauty can't you see?
She portrays smarts of every kind
But intelligence in you she cannot find
She is blessed with true beauty and grace
And you are a bad omen to the human race
Your true ugliness shines from inside out
And causes the pretty woman to cry and pout
Because her poor fortune has bestowed her a curse
She prays for a new mate before things get worse
She spends each night pleading, "not tonight man, I've got bad cramps"
And he will leave her be and search for willing tramps
She is exceedingly smart with a angels face as well
She is perfect in every way, or so the moral should tell.