Fairy Godmother:
Oh, now, now, now, now, now, just a minute.
You must understand, my dear:
On the stroke of twelve, the spell will be broken,
and everything will be as it was before.*

Royal *****
With all the fluff
Pretty dressed girl twirling and laughing
Strapping young men Promising them the world
The masks are on.

Girls with their heads in the clouds
dancing in their glass slippers
Slippers that hold all their hopes and dreams

believing the words falling off men's lips.
whispering in their ears
all the things they want to hear
not seeing through their carefully crafted masks

Midnight descends and all bets are off.
Carriages turning back to pumpkins
rich men turning back to paupers
taking away their hard earned money
sleeping in their beds.

Leaving them in the dust
leaving nothing behind
but those awful glass slippers