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 Posted: Sun Jul 17, 2011 7:38 pm
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Posted: Sun Jul 17, 2011 7:39 pm
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Posted: Sun Jul 17, 2011 7:40 pm
~clears throat~
I'm as mild and as meek as a mouse
When I hear a command I obey
But I know of a spot in my house
Where no one can stand in my way
In my own little corner in my own little chair
I can be whatever I want to be
On the wing of my fancy I can fly anywhere
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Posted: Sun Jul 17, 2011 7:41 pm
and the world will open it's arms to me
I'm a young norwegian princess or a milkmaid
I'm the greatest prima donna in Milan
I'm a heiress who has always had her silk made
by her own flock of silkworms in Japan
I'm a girl men go mad for love's a game I can play
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Posted: Sun Jul 17, 2011 7:42 pm
with a cool and confident kind of air
Just as long as I stay in my own little corner
All alone, in my own, little chair.
(Cinderella I'm Thirsty! You're Thirsty! Cinderella where's our tea?!)
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Posted: Sun Jul 17, 2011 7:43 pm
I can be whatever I want to be....
I'm a slave from Calcatta
I'm a queen in Peru
I'm a mermaid dancing upon the sea
I'm a huntress on an African Safari
It's a dangerous type of sport and yet it's fun
In the night I sally forth to seek my quarry
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Posted: Sun Jul 17, 2011 7:44 pm
and I find I forgot to bring my gun!
I am lost in the jungle all alone and unarmed
when I meet a lioness in her lair!
Then I'm glad to be back in my own little corner
All alone, in my own, little chair
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Posted: Sun Jul 17, 2011 7:45 pm
~pauses and then starts singing another song~
Impossible! For a plain yellow pumpkin
To become a golden carriage
Impossible! For a plain country bumpkin
And a prince to join in marriage
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Posted: Sun Jul 17, 2011 7:46 pm
And four white mice will never be four white horses
Such folderol and fiddle-dee-dee of course is
Impossible!
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Posted: Sun Jul 17, 2011 7:47 pm
But the world is full of zanies and fools
Who don't believe in sensible rules
And won't believe what sensible people say
And because these daft and dewy-eyed dopes
Keep building up impossible hopes
Impossible things are happening every day
Impossible!....
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Posted: Sun Jul 17, 2011 7:48 pm
It's possible! For a plain yellow pumpkin
To become a golden carriage
It's possible! For a plain country bumpkin
And a prince to join in marriage
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Posted: Sun Jul 17, 2011 7:49 pm
And four white mice are easily turned to horses
Such folderol and fiddle-dee-dee of course is
Quite possible! It's possible!
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Posted: Sun Jul 17, 2011 7:50 pm
For the world is full of zanies and fools
Who don't believe in sensible rules
And won't believe what sensible people say
And because these daft and dewy-eyed dopes
Keep building up impossible hopes
Impossible things are happening every day
It's possible!...
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Posted: Sun Jul 17, 2011 7:52 pm
~pauses again~
The sweetest sounds I'll ever hear are still inside my head
The kindest words I'll ever know are waiting to be said
The most entrancing sight of all is yet for me to see
And the dearest love in all the world is waiting somewhere for me
Is waiting somewhere for me
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Posted: Sun Jul 17, 2011 7:53 pm
The sweetest sounds I'll ever hear are still inside my head
The kindest words I'll ever know are waiting to be said
The most entrancing sight of all is yet for me to see
And the dearest love in all the world is waiting somewhere for me
Is waiting somewhere for me
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