Song | Cinderella Sometimes |
Artist | The Radios |
Album | The Best Of The Radios |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
Cinderella, sometimes drifting up an down the hall | |
Dreaming daydreams ‘bout the great big chance | |
Will anyone invite her to the magic crystal ball, | |
Will a prince charming ask her to dance? | |
Cinderella always cries before she falls asleep | |
Winter, summer, springtime, even fall | |
She thinks she’s born a loser | |
and it makes her weep | |
She knows for sure her feet are way too small | |
Cinderella’s full of sorrow | |
Wishing till in dreams she falls apart | |
No one knows about tomorrow | |
And all good things are coming from the heart | |
Cinderella never sees her footprints in the sand | |
She’s losing all belief in good romance | |
Will anybody notice her, will someone in the end? | |
But life’s what’s happening to you | |
While you’re making other plans | |
Cinderella’s full of sorrow | |
Wishing till in dreams she falls apart | |
No one knows about tomorrow | |
And all good things are coming from the heart | |
Cinderella’s full of sorrow | |
Nothing ever matches, nothing rhymes | |
No one knows about tomorrow | |
Life’s a bitch to Cinderella sometimes | |
Life's a bitch to Cinderella sometimes |
Cinderella, sometimes drifting up an down the hall | |
Dreaming daydreams ' bout the great big chance | |
Will anyone invite her to the magic crystal ball, | |
Will a prince charming ask her to dance? | |
Cinderella always cries before she falls asleep | |
Winter, summer, springtime, even fall | |
She thinks she' s born a loser | |
and it makes her weep | |
She knows for sure her feet are way too small | |
Cinderella' s full of sorrow | |
Wishing till in dreams she falls apart | |
No one knows about tomorrow | |
And all good things are coming from the heart | |
Cinderella never sees her footprints in the sand | |
She' s losing all belief in good romance | |
Will anybody notice her, will someone in the end? | |
But life' s what' s happening to you | |
While you' re making other plans | |
Cinderella' s full of sorrow | |
Wishing till in dreams she falls apart | |
No one knows about tomorrow | |
And all good things are coming from the heart | |
Cinderella' s full of sorrow | |
Nothing ever matches, nothing rhymes | |
No one knows about tomorrow | |
Life' s a bitch to Cinderella sometimes | |
Life' s a bitch to Cinderella sometimes |
Cinderella, sometimes drifting up an down the hall | |
Dreaming daydreams ' bout the great big chance | |
Will anyone invite her to the magic crystal ball, | |
Will a prince charming ask her to dance? | |
Cinderella always cries before she falls asleep | |
Winter, summer, springtime, even fall | |
She thinks she' s born a loser | |
and it makes her weep | |
She knows for sure her feet are way too small | |
Cinderella' s full of sorrow | |
Wishing till in dreams she falls apart | |
No one knows about tomorrow | |
And all good things are coming from the heart | |
Cinderella never sees her footprints in the sand | |
She' s losing all belief in good romance | |
Will anybody notice her, will someone in the end? | |
But life' s what' s happening to you | |
While you' re making other plans | |
Cinderella' s full of sorrow | |
Wishing till in dreams she falls apart | |
No one knows about tomorrow | |
And all good things are coming from the heart | |
Cinderella' s full of sorrow | |
Nothing ever matches, nothing rhymes | |
No one knows about tomorrow | |
Life' s a bitch to Cinderella sometimes | |
Life' s a bitch to Cinderella sometimes |