Dreams of a Mascaraed Ball

If I could go to a Mascaraed Ball, My pretty shoes, because I am short, would make me look tall. I would go all dressed in white lace, my poise would be full of grace. I would search the whole crowd through for the one with a smile warm and true. The one who's mask didn't hide his eyes of blue. Dance all night with him I may, like Cinderella I would be gone before the break of day. A glass slipper I may never wear, but my lipstick on his cheek, would bring him stares. When midnight rings it's bell, I'll be home safe and warm with my story, tomorrow to tell.