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.....