Tekst Utworu

He's a very nice Prince. And-? And- It's a very nice ball. And-? And- When I entered they trumpeted. And-? The Prince-? Oh, the Prince... Yes, the Prince! Well, he's tall? Is that all? Did you dance? Is he charming? They say that he's charming. We did nothing but dance. Yes, and-? And it made a nice change. No, the Prince! Oh, the Prince... Yes, the Prince. He has charm for a Prince, I guess... Guess? I don't meet a wide range. And it's all very strange... Why would you run away? It's not quite what I expected... What? Princes, and castles, and gowns-? I have no experience with those things. But you will return to the Festival tomorrow eve? Yes. No-? I don't know. You don't know? Oh, what I wouldn't give to be in your shoes. Well, your slippers. As pure as gold... I must to get home! No, no wait. I need your shoes! Milky-White! One midnight gone! Already? Get the cow!
Writer(s): Stephen Sondheim Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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