Lyrics:

(Lyle Lovett)She wore glass slippersShe held her head up highShe had that sparkle at her feetAnd that twinkle in her eyeShe smiled at meAnd I wondered whyShe said I'm looking for a cowboyTo take me for a rideAnd he can rope me on the prarieAnd he can ride me on the plainAnd I will be his CinderallaIf he'll be my cowboy manShe said I've got a 40-gallon stetson hatWith a 38-foot brimWe could dance around the outside baby'Til we both fall inAnd you can rope me on the prarieAnd you can ride me on the plainAnd I will be your CinderallaIf you'll be my cowboy manNow I ain't never been no cowboyBut heaven knows I try'Cause I'll be riding tall in my saddleWith that Cinderalla by my sideAnd I can rope her on the prarieAnd I can ride her on the plainAnd she will be me my CinderallaIf I'll be her cowboy man