"Stepsister's Lament"

Why would a fellow want a girl like her? A frail and fluffy beauty Why can't a fellow ever once prefer a solid girl like me? She's a frothy little bubble With a flimsy kind of charm And with very little trouble I could break her little arm Oh! Oh! Why would a fellow want a girl like her? So obviously unusual Why can't a fellow ever once prefer A usual girl like me? Her cheeks are a pretty shade of pink But not any pinker than a rose's Her skin may be delicate and soft But not any softer than a doe's is Her neck is no wider than a swan's She's only as dainty as a daisy She's only as graceful as a bird So, why is the fellow going crazy? Oh, why would a fellow want a girl like her? A girl who's merely lovely Why can't a fellow ever once prefer A girl who's merely me What's the matter with the man? What's the matter with the man? What's the matter with the man? Yes, he's witty So disarming And I really like the way he holds a room Clever, cunning Ever charming How do I make him see I'm special? (Aw) It's a pity I'm as pretty Plus I've got the patience Of a perfect saint So, I'm waiting Always waiting Nevertheless, I'm in a mess Loosen my dress Help me, I'm starting to! Why would a fellow want a girl like her? A girl who isn't dizzy Why can't a fellow ever once prefer A high-strung girl like me? Her cheeks are a pretty shade of pink But not any pinker than a rose's Her skin may be delicate and soft But not any softer than a doe's is Her neck is no wider than a swan's She's only as dainty as a daisy She's only as graceful as a bird So, why is the fellow going crazy? Oh! Oh! Why would a fellow want a girl like her? A girl who's merely lovely Why can't a fellow ever once prefer A girl who's merely me? What's the matter with the man? What's the matter with the man? What's the matter with the man? She's the matter! Let me at her! What's the matter with the man? What's the matter with the man? What's the matter with the man? What's the matter with the man?