[CINDERELLA - Spoken]
Go to the ball? Me?
Why would I want to go to the ball?
I'd much rather sit here by the fire
(Sung)
In my own little corner
In my own little hair
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 stepsisters faces
Is a queer, kind of sour apple green
I am coy and flirtatous
When alone with the prince
(Spoken)
Oh your highness!
I'm the belle of the ball
In my own little corner
All alone...
Go to the ball? Me?
Why would I want to go to the ball?
I'd much rather sit here by the fire
(Sung)
In my own little corner
In my own little hair
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 stepsisters faces
Is a queer, kind of sour apple green
I am coy and flirtatous
When alone with the prince
(Spoken)
Oh your highness!
I'm the belle of the ball
In my own little corner
All alone...
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