Every girl lived for the ball, the freedom, the escape
A touch of society for a chore-filled girl
Dreaming of a long white dress for her beautiful shape

She gawks at the prince as he gives her a twirl
Spinning and spinning till her dreams spun true 
And nothing could fall but her hair in a curl

She danced like a princess up until her queue;
The clock dinged midnight and she knew what that meant
So out she ran without her slipper that flew

Back home to the evils to clean she went
Simply wishing to make it without any troubles
But the stepmother had caught her, to the fields she was sent

Nagging from one threats from the other; they came in doubles
She kept in her tears but her faith flew away
‘cause at this point it seemed that her life was in rubbles

Poor Cinderella couldn’t stand another day
So off to find her prince she snuck away.