Cinderella '67
It's midnight Cinderella
Don't you have some place to go
Some man to fill up your glass slipper
Some man to lay you down and let you know
That's a hard life Cinderella
Don't you want to run away
From a house full of ugly sisters
On a red bus to a green place
Wake up Cinderella
Hear them knocking on your door
Must be them fellas from the palace
Could be the prince has finally come to call
And all the sins in a gin house
All the fan belts and the wires
All the mysteries of childhood
Oh, they can't put out this fire
It's amazing, ain't it darlin'
But we all run from something
Cinderella '67's gonna be your lucky year
Don't you want it Cinderella
Red lace and satin shoes
Better than that ragged apron
And the stink of nicotine and booze
Oh, wake up Cinderella
Hear them knockin' on your door
Must be them fellas from the palace
Could be your prince has finally come to call
And all the sins in a gin house
All the fan belts and the wires
All the mysteries of childhood
Oh, they can't put out this fire
It's amazing, ain't it darlin'
But we all run from somethin'
Cinderella '67's gonna be your lucky year
And it's a good year, '67
Carve yourself a slice of heaven
Cut the ties that bind
The girl in you
To your mother's spite
And your sisters' twisted point of view
And all the sins in a gin house
All the fan belts and the wires
All the mysteries of childhood
Oh, they can't put out this fire
Ah, it's amazing, ain't it darlin'
But we all run from somethin'
Cinderella '67's gonna be your lucky year
Oh, your lucky number
Cinderella, your lucky number
Don't you have some place to go
Some man to fill up your glass slipper
Some man to lay you down and let you know
That's a hard life Cinderella
Don't you want to run away
From a house full of ugly sisters
On a red bus to a green place
Wake up Cinderella
Hear them knocking on your door
Must be them fellas from the palace
Could be the prince has finally come to call
And all the sins in a gin house
All the fan belts and the wires
All the mysteries of childhood
Oh, they can't put out this fire
It's amazing, ain't it darlin'
But we all run from something
Cinderella '67's gonna be your lucky year
Don't you want it Cinderella
Red lace and satin shoes
Better than that ragged apron
And the stink of nicotine and booze
Oh, wake up Cinderella
Hear them knockin' on your door
Must be them fellas from the palace
Could be your prince has finally come to call
And all the sins in a gin house
All the fan belts and the wires
All the mysteries of childhood
Oh, they can't put out this fire
It's amazing, ain't it darlin'
But we all run from somethin'
Cinderella '67's gonna be your lucky year
And it's a good year, '67
Carve yourself a slice of heaven
Cut the ties that bind
The girl in you
To your mother's spite
And your sisters' twisted point of view
And all the sins in a gin house
All the fan belts and the wires
All the mysteries of childhood
Oh, they can't put out this fire
Ah, it's amazing, ain't it darlin'
But we all run from somethin'
Cinderella '67's gonna be your lucky year
Oh, your lucky number
Cinderella, your lucky number
Credits
Writer(s): Jim Cregan, Bernard J.p. Taupin, Robin Mark Le Mesurier, Dennis Tufano
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