Enter the ballroom in nothing but rags
And ignore the eye of the handsome prince
For only the fool is prideful and brags
Of painful memories that make you wince
And circle the dancefloor, keeping your stance
Your floating illusion around your waist
Stand proud and tall, till he asks you to dance
At midnight, for both, will be your first taste
The clock strikes twelve and each gaze is on you
Cinderella's a lowly maid, SURPRISE!
In place of the prince, a small frog croaks true
And they remain, drenched in each other's lies.
So I urge everyone to speak the truth
Or you, like Cinders will kiss a frog too.