The Work Song

Cinderella, Cinderella All I hear is Cinderella, from the moment I get up till shades of night are falling There isn't any letup, I hear them calling, calling "Go up and do the attic and go down and do the cellar, you can do them both together Cinderella." How lovely it would be if I could live in my fantasy But in the middle of my dreaming they're screaming at me Cinderella