So I am a princess and I know it.
I just hate it all, and I show it.
it's the one life for me,
My figure's just like Tetrad's singing.
I know I'd win fame if I sang in Boheme
That op era by Signor Puccini.
I drew lads and the trills
That would send the old ch
Down the bumps and the hills
I want to be a prima donna,
I want to shine upon the stage
to become the Queen of Song,
And my figure would look pretty as a peach.
I want to be a screechy -peachy
Like other fat girls that I see.
I hate society, I hate propriety,
Still I do not fancy my position.
I have not much use for the
I just burn with lyric ambition.
I'd be a success, that I do know.
that op era so charming by, you know.
Girls would be on the brink of hysterics,
would have to go out for a drink.
I want to be a prima donna, donna, donna.
I want to shine on the stage.
With my avoir de poids and my tralalalala,
I would be the chief sensation of the age.
I want to hear them shouting,
How very lovely that must be!
That's what I'm sighing for.
That's what I'm dying for.