[ELLIAN]
This is my world, welcome, I guess
Thanks to my parents, it's sort of a mess
They've been on edge, uh, stomping about
Try to approach them, they'll snarl or lash out
Sure, woo-hoo, I'm a princess
Still, my life's not ideal
There's a few flaws, mainly because
Both of my parents are monsters
Like actual monsters, for real
Only last year, things were less weird
Then out of nowhere, a darkness appeared
Suddenly, boom, something just burst
When it was over, my parents were cursed
As for how we can cure them
That's still under dispute
But it's been strange since the big change
Seeing my parents as monsters
Impossible monsters to boot
Now you may think that yours are high-strung
Thoughtless and rude
Overdramatic, erratic, conclude
Stubborn as mules, pains in the rear
But mine are so far past the line
That sometimes I could drastically swear
They're hardly aware I'm here
[MINISTER BOLINAR]
Such a sweet girl, such a hard lot
Still she's been coping despite you know what
Never complains, never upset

[MINISTER NAZARA]
Under that smile though she's struggling, I'll bet

[MINISTER BOLINAR]
She's a calm and mature one
While her folks go berserk

[MINISTER BOLINAR & MINISTER NAZARA]
Having their backs, hiding their tracks
Knowing her parents are monsters

[MINISTER NAZARA]
And covering for monsters, it's work

[ELLIAN]
And meanwhile there were papers to sign
Troops to inspect
Meetings galore to restore what's been wrecked
People to help, laws to decree
And true, there's tons I'd rather do
But someone's gotta answer the call
And someone is always me
It would be nice for just a day
To deal with parents who are bossy or nosy
Strict would be fine, annoying? Sure, okay
But all that mine do for me is pretty much ignore me
(spoken)
And let me say it's the worst, anyway
(sung)
This is my life, it has been all year
Under a shadow that won't disappear
Everyone's tense, tempers are high
But I've been dealing, well, least ways I try
It's my job to stay hopeful 'til we're through this somehow
Frankly, I know that even though they are behaving like monsters
Angry and wild, easily riled, gritting and braving like monsters
Somewhere inside, under that hide, those are my parents, not monsters
I'm sure they're not monsters
I know they're not monsters
But boy, are they monsters
Right now