Lletres: The Buck Owen's Buckaroos. Cinderella.

So you've found your prince
Charming was just a dream
There wasn't any palace
And you weren't a queen

In your faded cotton dresses
Anyone could see
But they're still Cinderella to me

Cinderella, Cinderella
This is not the way love should be
Cinderella, Cinderella
Won't you let me take you home with me?

Our honeymoon
May not be a fancy ball
You may not have a maid
And butler at your call

But I'll be more than any prince
Could ever be
And you'll be Cinderella to me

Cinderella, Cinderella
This is not the way love should be
Cinderella, Cinderella
Won't you let me take you home with me?