Cinderella Musical: 



I imagine.. I imagine.. 

When you're driving through the moonlight on a highway 

When you're driving 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 Musical: 

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 Musical: I do no more than guess

I do no more than guess