You have no need to feed me or fill me with lies,your eyes tell it all,how you wore a new dress and glass slippers,did you have a ball?
and since I'm here dear,how was the prince dear
was he all that you thought he would be?

Did you run ,did he see?
oh poverty,
you couldn't wait till the strike, until the clock struck midnight,you had to show,what the prince shouldn't know and now I must go, far away.

Cinderella for a day, so bright and so gay and now the dark night alights, takes away all the rights that she thought to acquire, Wire Reuters, the press,let them in on this mess,
I'll have a word with Perrault.