Cinderella, Cinderella, All I hear is Cinderella
From the moment that I get up,
Till shades of night are falling
There isn’t any let up
I hear them calling calling
“Go up and do the attic and go down and do the cellar
You can do them both together, Cinderella!”
How lovely it would be If I could
Live my fantasy
But in the middle of my dreaming
They’re screaming at me
“Cinderelllllaaaaaa!
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