Cinderella: Stepsisters lament

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?!!