Earl Thomas Conley
Earl Thomas Conley
Earl Thomas Conley
Earl Thomas Conley
Earl Thomas Conley
Earl Thomas Conley
Earl Thomas Conley
Earl Thomas Conley
Earl Thomas Conley
Earl Thomas Conley
You stood there in the doorway
Bathed in golden candlelight
While helpless hearts were melted by your style
So many gazing faces
Swaying softly in the night
Whose thoughts were making love to your sweet smile
Your sweet smile
Like Cinderella
You were the queen of the ball
Yeah, you were the fairest of all
But why did I let you fall?
I tried to keep your love above me, girl
When you reached out and touched me
But the music played for hours
When the party was all over
I tried to treat you like a lady
When I heard about the baby
Oohh, oohh, oohh, oohh, oohh, oohh
Now you lie there in your silence
Bathed in golden candlelight
While the man is speaking softly your last rites
And so many gazing faces
Crying softly in the night
While helpless hearts all knelt there by your side
By your side
Like Cinderella
You were the queen of the ball
Yeah, you were the fairest of all
But why did I let you fall?