(Lyle Lovett)

She wore glass slippers

She held her head up high

She had that sparkle at her feet

And that twinkle in her eye



She smiled at me

And I wondered why

She said I'm looking for a cowboy

To take me for a ride



And he can rope me on the prarie

And he can ride me on the plain

And I will be his Cinderalla

If he'll be my cowboy man



She said I've got a 40-gallon stetson hat

With a 38-foot brim

We could dance around the outside baby

'Til we both fall in



And you can rope me on the prarie

And you can ride me on the plain

And I will be your Cinderalla

If you'll be my cowboy man



Now I ain't never been no cowboy

But heaven knows I try

'Cause I'll be riding tall in my saddle

With that Cinderalla by my side



And I can rope her on the prarie

And I can ride her on the plain

And she will be me my Cinderalla

If I'll be her cowboy man