Look at me, Cinderella
Stroke of midnight, footmen gone
My glass slippers, now they're Merrells
And Prince Charming, he's just Ron

Spell is broken, unenchanted
Sheets are soiled
Linens she picked up at Bloomie's
For a marriage that I spoiled

I gotta go, I gotta go
I gotta hail a pumpkin coach (ahhh!)

So I gotta go
If I don't go I'm gone
My life's past midnight

I gotta go
Where's there's breakfasts and crosswords and see-ya-tomorrows
After the night

I gotta go
I gotta
I gotta go

Woah, woah
There's a question
This room is an answer
And the answer is no
I gotta go
I gotta be free
Me, Donna Bloom!