When You're Driving Through the Moonlight

When you're driving through the moonlight on the highway
 when through the moonlight to a dance
 you are breathless with a wild anticipation
 of adventure and excitement and romance
 Then at last you see the towers of the palace
 silouetted on the sky above the park
 and below them is a row of lighted windows
 like a lovely diamond necklace in the dark
 Esmerelda: It looks that way
 Prunella: The way you say
 Evil Stepmother: She talks as if she knows.
 Cinderella: I do not know these things are so
 I only just suppose
 I suppose that when you come into the ballroom
 and the room itself is floating on the air
 If you're suddenly confronted by his highness
 you are frozen like a statue on the stair.
 You're afraid he'll hear the way your heart is beating
 and you know you musn't make the first advance.
 You are seriously thinking of retreating
 then you seem to hear him asking you to dance
 You make a bow, a timid bow, and shyly answer yes
 Evil Stepmother: How would you know that this is so?
 Cinderella: I do no more than guess, I do no more than guess
 Cinderella: He is tall
 Esmerelda: And straight as a lance
 Cinderella: His eyes
 Prunella: Can melt you with a glance
 Cinderella: Yes I can picture the whole thing how you start thinking
 Esmerelda: Start thinking what?
 Cinderella: Thinking how wonderful it all is
 Evil Stepmother: How wonderful what all is?
 Cinderella: Everything
 Evil Stepmother: Enough of this nonsense. Esmerelda, Prunella, upstairs both of you
 and get your sleep
 Esmerelda+ Prunella: Yes ma'am
 Evil Stepmother: Cinderella, here is your broom GET TO WORK!!!
 Cinderella: I don't mind sweeping. This night is mine and no one and nothing can
 take it from me.