Little did I know, the night cometh when I'll have to bid goodbye
the clouds poureth, it's time the rain fell
she leaves with nothing but a mere umbrella
there goes my Cinderella

She leaves for another Romeo
perhaps because I'm only good at Rodeo
She goes into the rain
leaving never to come back again
the morning cometh...with the shinning sun

could lit my heart up with a bundle of joy
I'll have to bear this night's plight...
Cos better nights cometh
where I'd find another Cinderella
Who'd lend me an umbrella...