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