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Cinderella Dream
Alan Tattersall |
Twelve O'clock is past the time I usually say goodnight,
so why do I still lay here close to you,
I yearn to stay and love you, then you turn out the light
a Cinderella dream that seems so true.
Your body close to mine, lips only a breath away
Now past the time the coach and horses come
The disappointment shows and my eyes might just betray
This Cinderella dream it has become.
A knock to wake, a coachman? no, just the chambermaid
they need the bed vacated for a Ball
I was sleeping close to where the Prince's band had played
Just a Cinderella dream after all.
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