The Party's Over

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