I am dancing tonight,
Twirl, Leap and Spin,
Of a Mozart and Beethoven,
I dance with my feet,
For it to bleed,
Cause I was wearing a glass heels,
In which it breaks,
Hurt my feet like hell,
It was midnight,
Need to run to go home,
Before the Pumpkin Car turns to be a plant again,
Before the entourage turns to be a rat again,
I don't want to be in a rush,
That I left another pair of my glass heels.
Cinderella's history left with a happy endings,
For which the prince desperately searching for his pair of heart,
But, I am not your Cinderella,
Why bother to leave hall before 12?
For that I believe,
Shod in silk,
Would be better,
Like other maidens,
Because I was not your Cinderella,
That glass heels tore the flesh of my feet.
... And because I was dancing alone..
... And I should have dance with my heart full of passion, not with my feet that shod a glass heels.
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