[00:00.000] 作词 : Mack David
[00:01.000] 作曲 : Oliver Wallace
[00:05.746]CINDERELLA:
[00:05.747]I'm in the middle of a muddle
[00:08.257]In the middle of a muddle am I
[00:11.516]I wanna have fun, I wanna have fun
[00:14.026]But the work is piling high
[00:17.535]I'm in the middle of a riddle
[00:20.043]In the middle of a riddle, oh my
[00:23.054]I'll never get done, I'll never get done
[00:26.000]Because I'm only I
[00:28.896]It seems my work just never stops
[00:31.908]The rooms turn into rooms
[00:34.668]Oh, how I wish my feet were mops
[00:37.929]And my hands were brooms
[00:40.388]I'm in a topsy of a turvy
[00:43.444]In a topsy of a turvy, it's true
[00:46.454]I wish I were twins, I wish I were twins
[00:49.466]I'm in the muddle in the middle of a muddle
[00:52.000]And I can't muddle through
[00:54.734]Cinderella, Cinderella, Cinderella, Cinderella (Cinderella)
[00:57.695]Cinderella, Cinderella, Cinderella (Cinderella)
[01:23.672]It seems my work just never stops
[01:27.132]The rooms turn into rooms
[01:29.940]Oh, how I wish my feet were mops
[01:33.000]And my hands were brooms
[01:35.958]I'm in a topsy of a turvy
[01:38.418]In a topsy of a turvy, it's true
[01:41.977]I wish I were twins, I wish I were twins
[01:44.693]I'm in the muddle in the middle of a muddle
[01:47.246]And I can't muddle through

作词 : Mack David
作曲 : Oliver Wallace
CINDERELLA:
I'm in the middle of a muddle
In the middle of a muddle am I
I wanna have fun, I wanna have fun
But the work is piling high
I'm in the middle of a riddle
In the middle of a riddle, oh my
I'll never get done, I'll never get done
Because I'm only I
It seems my work just never stops
The rooms turn into rooms
Oh, how I wish my feet were mops
And my hands were brooms
I'm in a topsy of a turvy
In a topsy of a turvy, it's true
I wish I were twins, I wish I were twins
I'm in the muddle in the middle of a muddle
And I can't muddle through
Cinderella, Cinderella, Cinderella, Cinderella (Cinderella)
Cinderella, Cinderella, Cinderella (Cinderella)
It seems my work just never stops
The rooms turn into rooms
Oh, how I wish my feet were mops
And my hands were brooms
I'm in a topsy of a turvy
In a topsy of a turvy, it's true
I wish I were twins, I wish I were twins
I'm in the muddle in the middle of a muddle
And I can't muddle through