Prunella: Why should a fellow want a girl like her a frail and fluffy beauty why can't a fellow ever once prefer a solid girl like me
Esmerelda: She's a frothy little bubble with a flimsy kind of charm and with very little trouble I could break her little arm.
Prunella: Oh, oh why would a fellow want a girl like her so obviously unusual why can't a fellow ever once prefer a usual girl like me
Esmerelda: Her cheeks are a pretty shade of pink, but not any pinker than roses
Prunella: Her skin may be delicate and soft, but not any softer than a doe's is
Esmerelda: Her neck is no whiter than a swan's
Prunella: She's only as dainty as a daisy
Esmerelda: She's only as graceful as a bird!
Both: So why is the fellow going crazy?
oh why would a fellow want a girl like her,
a girl who's merely lovely, why can't a fellow ever once prefer a girl who's merely me
Prunella: She's a frothy little bubble with a frilly sort of air And with very little trouble I could pull out all her hair!
Both: oh why would a fellow want a girl like her, a girl who's merely lovely, why can't a fellow ever once prefer a girl who's merely me
What's the matter with the man, what's the matter with the man, what's the matter with the man?!!
