Cinderella: I imagine. I imagine.
When you're driving through the moonlight
on a highway when through the moonlight to a dance you are breathless with
a wild anticipation of adventure and excitement and romance
Then at last you see the towers of the palace silouetted
on the sky above the park and below them is a row of lighted
windows like a lovely diamond necklace in the dark
Esmerelda: It looks that way
Prunella: The way you say
Evil Stepmother: She talks as if she knows.
Cinderella: I do not know these things are so I only just suppose
I suppose that when you come into the ballroom
and the room itself is floating on the air If you're suddenly confronted
by his highness you are frozen like a statue on the stair.
You're afraid he'll hear the way your heart is beating
and you know you musn't make the first advance.
You are seriously thinking of retreating then you seem to hear him asking you to dance
You make a bow, a timid bow, and shyly answer yes
Evil Stepmother: How would you know that this is so?
Cinderella: I do no more than guess, I do no more than guess
Cinderella: He is tall
Esmerelda: And straight as a lance
Cinderella: His eyes
Prunella: Can melt you with a glance
Cinderella: Yes I can picture the whole thing how you start thinking
Esmerelda: Start thinking what?
Cinderella: Thinking how wonderful it all is
Evil Stepmother: How wonderful what all is?
Cinderella: Everything
Evil Stepmother: Enough of this nonsense.
Esmerelda, Prunella, upstairs both of you and get your sleep
Esmerelda+ Prunella: Yes ma'am
Evil Stepmother: Cinderella, here is your broom GET TO WORK!!!
Cinderella: I don't mind sweeping.
This night is mine and no one and nothing can take it from me.

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