The partys over the clocks long struck twelve Now you can be you and I can turn into myself My sisters will ask me, How was the ball? Ill say, I don't want to talk about it at all Then I will get up in the morning Gotta buy me some shoes I will get up in the morning I've got nothing to lose I was not dreaming, no I was awake And it was real, I would have known if it were all fake I would have known I lost my glass slipper as well as my ride I have to admit that I don't know the truth from lies Truth from lies I will get up in the morning Gotta buy me some shoes I will get up in the morning I've got nothing to lose I will get up in the morning Gotta buy me some shoes I will get up in the morning I've got nothing to lose The partys over The clocks long struck twelve Now you can be you and I can turn into myself