If my name was Cinderella, you would be my prince.
You would embellish my wardrobe with diamonds and sparkles and various different prints.

If my name was Cinderella, we would have our own song. One that we would dance to in the moonlight all day and all night long.

If my name was Cinderella, they would all be chasing after me. A girl of perfection; a beauty queen.

My name is not Cinderella and I am yet to find my prince, yet to dance in the moonlight, yet to be draped in diamonds and prints.

My name is not Cinderella and I am no beauty queen.
My name is not Cinderella, not until you're here with me.