| Stay in my arms, Cinderella
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| While the clock is striking I’ll hold you.
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| At the stroke of twelve don’t run away,
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| Oh can’t you hear my heart; |
| it begs you
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| To stay in my arms, Cinderella,
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| Maybe I’m that fellow prince Charming.
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| Since I’ve met you I’ve had one design,
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| Your wedding shoes placed next to mine,
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| Midnight of midnights, and so divine,
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| Cinderella stay in my arms.
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| A few minutes to midnight
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| At the ball all the crowd were swaying,
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| Two charming people went dancing by,
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| And I heard him saying,
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| Stay in my arms Cinderella
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| While the clock is striking I’ll hold you.
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| At the stroke of twelve don’t run away,
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| Oh can’t you hear my heart; |
| it begs you
|
| To stay in my arms, Cinderella,
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| Maybe I’m that fellow prince Charming.
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| Since I’ve met you I’ve had one design,
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| Your wedding shoes placed next to mine,
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| Midnight of midnights, and so divine,
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| Cinderella stay in my arms. |