Laura Osnes - In My Own Little Corner (reprise) lyrics

ELLA I am in the Royal Palace of all places When I meet the finest prince You've ever seen And the color on my two stepsister's faces Is a queer sort of sour apple green I am coy and flirtatious When alone with the Prince – (short interlude) I'm the belle of the ball In my own little corner All alone In my own Little (chair) MARIE Fol-de-rol and fiddledy-dee Fiddledy faddledy foddle All the wishes in the world Are poppyco*k and twaddle! ELLA Oh Crazy Marie. Are you mocking me with your gibberish? MARIE Fol de rol and fiddledy dee Fiddledy faddledy foodle All the dreamers in all the world Are dizzy in the noodle ELLA So what if I do have a dream to see the Prince again? And tell him what life in his kingdom is really like? And what it could be MARIE Exactly. And then to have him fall in love with you ELLA No one will fall in love with me. Why do you come to visit me tonight? MARIE I just knew I would find you In the same little chair In the pale pink mist of a foolish dream ELLA I am being foolish MARIE Then be foolish with me. What would you dream of? ELLA An invitation to the ball, I guess MARIE Right here. There's an invitation ELLA But it's torn MARIE Don't wait for everything to be perfect, just go! Now, what else would you dream of? ELLA Oh a white gown, I imagine. A beautiful white gown sewn up with pearls. And j**els. And a tiara of diamonds MARIE And on your feet? ELLA The most beautiful grosgrain pumps, I'd imagine MARIE No. Better. The Venetian gla** that your stepmother so loves in her trinkets and baubles. An entire pair of shoes made only of Venetian gla** ELLA Oh how silly. I'd be the envy of all. But how would I get to the ball? MARIE Well this pumpkin over here? ELLA Yes? MARIE I'll turn it into a golden carriage ELLA And horses? MARIE Those mice. Trapped in this cage ELLA And a fox as a footman and a raccoon as a driver. Oh you are crazy, Marie. Why, in order to do that, you would have to be a fairy godmother ELLA Marie! Are you really my fairy godmother? MARIE But of course, my child. Actually, I'm everyone's fairy godmother. But you're the only one who's given me charity. Generosity. And kindness. And now, I must make all the dreams we joked about come true ELLA But that's so improbable. Implausible