Lyrics:

The party's over the clock's long struck twelve
Now you can be you and I can turn into myself
My sisters will ask me, 'How was the ball?'
I'll 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 so 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 truth from lies
Truth from lies
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
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

The party's over
The clock's long struck twelve
Now you can be you and
I can turn into myself