| She wore glass slippers
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| She held her head up high
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| She had that sparkle at her feet
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| And that twinkle in her eye
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| She smiled at me And I wondered why
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| She said I’m looking for a cowboy
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| To take me for a ride
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| And he can rope me on the prarie
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| And he can ride me on the plain
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| And I will be his Cinderalla
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| If he’ll be my cowboy man
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| She said I’ve got a 40-gallon stetson hat
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| With a 38-foot brim
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| We could dance around the outside baby
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| 'Til we both fall in And you can rope me on the prarie
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| And you can ride me on the plain
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| And I will be your Cinderalla
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| If you’ll be my cowboy man
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| Now I ain’t never been no cowboy
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| But heaven knows I try
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| 'Cause I’ll be riding tall in my saddle
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| With that Cinderalla by my side
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| And I can rope her on the prarie
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| And I can ride her on the plain
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| And she will be me my Cinderalla
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| If I’ll be her cowboy man |