I imagine... I imagine...
When you're driving through the moonlight on the highway When through the moonlight to the dance
You are breathless with a wild anticipation
Of adventure and excitement and romance
Then at last you see the towers of the palace
Silhouetted 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.
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 in 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
Evil Stepsisers: You can guess till you're blue in the face
But you can't even picture such a man
Esmerelda: He is more than a prince
Prunella: He's an ace
Cinderella: But sisters, I really think I can
I think that I can picture such a man
Stepsisters: He is tall...
Cinderella: And straight as a lance
Stepsisters: His hair...
Cinderella: Is dark and wavy
Stepsisters: His eyes...
Cinderella: Can melt you with a glance
Stepsisters: He can turn a girl to gravy
Cinderella (Spoken): Oh, and I can imagine
Prunella (Spoken): Oh I imagine it too!
Esmerelda (Spoken): I can imagine it, and I have no imagination!
Evil Stepmother (Spoken): I am throwing caution to the wind, I am imagining it as well.
Cinderella (Spoken): I imagine what that girl would be feeling when dancing with the prince!