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