Laura Osnes — "In My Own Little Corner" (Reprise) lyrics

Lyrics

I am in the Royal Palace of all places
When I meet the finest prince you’ve ever seen
And the color on my two stepsister’s faces
Is a queer sort of sour apple green
I am coy and flirtatious
When alone with the Prince—
(short interlude)
I’m the belle of the ball
In my own little corner
All alone
In my own
Little (chair)
Fol-de-rol and fiddledy-dee
Fiddledy faddledy foddle
All the wishes in the world
Are poppycock and twaddle!
Oh Crazy Marie. Are you mocking me with your gibberish?
Fol de rol and fiddledy dee
Fiddledy faddledy foodle
All the dreamers in all the world
Are dizzy in the noodle
So what if I do have a dream to see the Prince again? And tell him what life in
his kingdom is really like? And what it could be
Exactly. And then to have him fall in love with you
No one will fall in love with me. Why do you come to visit me tonight?
I just knew I would find you
In the same little chair
In the pale pink mist of a foolish dream
I am being foolish
Then be foolish with me. What would you dream of?
An invitation to the ball, I guess
Right here. There’s an invitation
But it’s torn
Don’t wait for everything to be perfect, just go! Now, what else would you
dream of?
Oh a white gown, I imagine. A beautiful white gown sewn up with pearls.
And jewels. And a tiara of diamonds
And on your feet?
The most beautiful grosgrain pumps, I’d imagine
No. Better. The Venetian glass that your stepmother so loves in her trinkets
and baubles. An entire pair of shoes made only of Venetian glass
Oh how silly. I’d be the envy of all. But how would I get to the ball?
Well this pumpkin over here?
Yes?
I’ll turn it into a golden carriage
And horses?
Those mice. Trapped in this cage
And a fox as a footman and a raccoon as a driver. Oh you are crazy, Marie.
Why, in order to do that, you would have to be a fairy godmother
Marie! Are you really my fairy godmother?
But of course, my child. Actually, I’m everyone’s fairy godmother.
But you’re the only one who’s given me charity. Generosity. And kindness.
And now, I must make all the dreams we joked about come true
But that’s so improbable. Implausible