The Party's Over

The party’s over
The clock’s long struck twelve
Now you can be you
And I can turn into myself
My sisters will ask me
‽How was the ball?â€
I’ll say
‽I don’t want to talk about it at allâ€
Then I will get up in the morning
Gotta buy me some shoes
I will get up in the morning
I’ve got nothing to lose
I was not dreaming
No I was awake and it was real
I would have known if it were all fake
I would have known
I lost my glass slipper as well as my ride
I have to admit that
I don’t know the truth from lies
Truth from lies
I will get up in the morning
Gotta buy me some shoes
I will get up in the morning
I’ve got nothing to lose
I will get up in the morning
Gotta buy me some shoes
I will get up in the morning
I’ve got nothing to lose
The party’s over
The clock’s long struck twelve
Now you can be you and
I can turn into myself