Minerva: 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?!
Calliope: She's a frothy little bubble with a flimsy kind of charm And with very little trouble I could break her little arm!
Both: 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?!
Minerva: Her face is exuiside I suppose, but no more exuiside that a rose is.
Calliope: Her skin may be delacate and soft but not any softer that a doe's is
Minerva: He neck is no longer that a swan's
Calliope: She's only as dainty as a daisy
Minerva: She's only as graceful as a bird...
Both: 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?!
Minerva: She's a frothy little bubble with a frilly sort of air and with very little trouble I could pull out all her hair!! Ha ha ha ha!
Both: 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
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Calliope: She's a frothy little bubble with a flimsy kind of charm And with very little trouble I could break her little arm!
Both: 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?!
Minerva: Her face is exuiside I suppose, but no more exuiside that a rose is.
Calliope: Her skin may be delacate and soft but not any softer that a doe's is
Minerva: He neck is no longer that a swan's
Calliope: She's only as dainty as a daisy
Minerva: She's only as graceful as a bird...
Both: 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?!
Minerva: She's a frothy little bubble with a frilly sort of air and with very little trouble I could pull out all her hair!! Ha ha ha ha!
Both: 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
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