Cinderella Sometimes - The Radios

Cinderella, sometimes drifting up an down the hall

Dreaming daydreams ‘bout the great big chance

Will anyone invite her to the magic crystal ball

Will a prince charming ask her to dance?

Cinderella always cries before she falls asleep

Winter, summer, springtime, even fall

She thinks she’s born a loser

And it makes her weep

She knows for sure her feet are way too small

Cinderella’s full of sorrow

Wishing till in dreams she falls apart

No one knows about tomorrow

And all good things are coming from the heart

Cinderella never sees her footprints in the sand

She’s losing all belief in good romance

Will anybody notice her, will someone in the end?

But life’s what’s happening to you

While you’re making other plans

Cinderella’s full of sorrow

Wishing till in dreams she falls apart

No one knows about tomorrow

And all good things are coming from the heart

Cinderella’s full of sorrow

Nothing ever matches, nothing rhymes

No one knows about tomorrow

Life’s a bitch to Cinderella sometimes

Life’s a bitch to Cinderella sometimes