That boy's hot enough to melt fire, burn Satan too:
Fry him like burnt toast, and put his ashes back together with glue,
See you can hate him, he don't blame you frankly he would too,
This game could ill-afford to lose him, how 'bout you?
Now guess who (hey),
Here's a clue (hey),
He came to the ball in his wife beater, lost his Nike shoe,(hey)
he hides casches,any evol hide will do (hey),
He's in your head , he's all up in your psyche too,
Now what's his name?
Cinderella man,