[CINDERELLA - Spoken]
Go to the ball? Me?
Why would I want to go to the ball?
I'd much rather sit here by the fire

(Sung)
In my own little corner
In my own little hair
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 stepsisters faces
Is a queer, kind of sour apple green
I am coy and flirtatous
When alone with the prince

(Spoken)
Oh your highness!

I'm the belle of the ball
In my own little corner
All alone...
(Spoken)
I wish... I wish I could go to the ball