| Song | Cinderella Sometimes |
| Artist | The Radios |
| Album | The Best Of The Radios |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| Cinderella, sometimes drifting up an down the hall | |
| Dreaming daydreams ‘bout the great big chance | |
| Will anyone invite her to the magic crystal ball, | |
| Will a prince charming ask her to dance? | |
| Cinderella always cries before she falls asleep | |
| Winter, summer, springtime, even fall | |
| She thinks she’s born a loser | |
| and it makes her weep | |
| She knows for sure her feet are way too small | |
| Cinderella’s full of sorrow | |
| Wishing till in dreams she falls apart | |
| No one knows about tomorrow | |
| And all good things are coming from the heart | |
| Cinderella never sees her footprints in the sand | |
| She’s losing all belief in good romance | |
| Will anybody notice her, will someone in the end? | |
| But life’s what’s happening to you | |
| While you’re making other plans | |
| Cinderella’s full of sorrow | |
| Wishing till in dreams she falls apart | |
| No one knows about tomorrow | |
| And all good things are coming from the heart | |
| Cinderella’s full of sorrow | |
| Nothing ever matches, nothing rhymes | |
| No one knows about tomorrow | |
| Life’s a bitch to Cinderella sometimes | |
| Life's a bitch to Cinderella sometimes |
| Cinderella, sometimes drifting up an down the hall | |
| Dreaming daydreams ' bout the great big chance | |
| Will anyone invite her to the magic crystal ball, | |
| Will a prince charming ask her to dance? | |
| Cinderella always cries before she falls asleep | |
| Winter, summer, springtime, even fall | |
| She thinks she' s born a loser | |
| and it makes her weep | |
| She knows for sure her feet are way too small | |
| Cinderella' s full of sorrow | |
| Wishing till in dreams she falls apart | |
| No one knows about tomorrow | |
| And all good things are coming from the heart | |
| Cinderella never sees her footprints in the sand | |
| She' s losing all belief in good romance | |
| Will anybody notice her, will someone in the end? | |
| But life' s what' s happening to you | |
| While you' re making other plans | |
| Cinderella' s full of sorrow | |
| Wishing till in dreams she falls apart | |
| No one knows about tomorrow | |
| And all good things are coming from the heart | |
| Cinderella' s full of sorrow | |
| Nothing ever matches, nothing rhymes | |
| No one knows about tomorrow | |
| Life' s a bitch to Cinderella sometimes | |
| Life' s a bitch to Cinderella sometimes |
| Cinderella, sometimes drifting up an down the hall | |
| Dreaming daydreams ' bout the great big chance | |
| Will anyone invite her to the magic crystal ball, | |
| Will a prince charming ask her to dance? | |
| Cinderella always cries before she falls asleep | |
| Winter, summer, springtime, even fall | |
| She thinks she' s born a loser | |
| and it makes her weep | |
| She knows for sure her feet are way too small | |
| Cinderella' s full of sorrow | |
| Wishing till in dreams she falls apart | |
| No one knows about tomorrow | |
| And all good things are coming from the heart | |
| Cinderella never sees her footprints in the sand | |
| She' s losing all belief in good romance | |
| Will anybody notice her, will someone in the end? | |
| But life' s what' s happening to you | |
| While you' re making other plans | |
| Cinderella' s full of sorrow | |
| Wishing till in dreams she falls apart | |
| No one knows about tomorrow | |
| And all good things are coming from the heart | |
| Cinderella' s full of sorrow | |
| Nothing ever matches, nothing rhymes | |
| No one knows about tomorrow | |
| Life' s a bitch to Cinderella sometimes | |
| Life' s a bitch to Cinderella sometimes |