Lyrics:

The party's over, the clock's long struck twelve
Now you can be you and I can turn into myself
Ohh
My sisters will ask me, 'How was the ball?'
I'll say I don't want to talk about it at all
Oh, no
And I will get up in the morning, go to buy me some shoes
I will get up in the morning, I got nothing to lose
I was not dreaming, no, I was awake
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 pride
I have to admit that I don't know truth from lies
Truth from lies
But I will get up in the morning, go to buy me some shoes
I will get up in the morning, I got nothing to lose
I will get up the morning, go to buy me some shoes
I will get up in the morning, I got nothing to lose
The party's over, the clock's long struck twelve
Now you can be you and I can turn into myself
Ohh