Cinderella)

In my own little corner in my own little chair

I can be whatever I want to be

On the wing of my fancy I can fly anywhere

and the world will open its arms to me

I am in the royal palace, of all places

I am chatting with the prince and king and queen

and the color on my two stepsister's faces

is a queer sort of sour apple green

I am coy, and flirtacious, when alone with the prince



(Oh, you highness, you...)



I'm the bell of the ball in my own little corner

all alone.