Can I be Cinderella?
To have a dream that my heart makes,
To conquer grief and heartaches,
To fight back when the glass shoe breaks.
I’m no Cinderella.
I didn’t grow up with a cruel stepmother.
My sisters are far from Anastasia and Drizella.
But boy do I wish to have a fairy godmother.
I want that Bibbidi-Bobbidi-Boo,
Magical happy endings plus the glass shoe.
Make that dream I wish come true,
Be successful and fall in love too.
I’ll be like Cinderella.
I’m in no hurry to marry,
A prince charming would be lovely but unnecessary.
But a ride in a pumpkin carriage is mandatory.
Sing that Bibbidi-Bobbidi-Boo,
Let me dream of what might come true.
Blues without Clues 