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The royal ball on Saturday
I must be the one he'll choose
It's a prizefight, win or lose
Preparing for the big soiree
We've had facelifts, we've had peels
Hope to God the blood congeals
Girls are storming each boutique
Haven't eaten in a week
It's him
Look at prince Sebastian, he's so hot
Yesterday he was an afterthought
I would like to end up in his arms
How could I have missed his endless charms?
What a total dreamboat is this prince
Glad I did my hair and bought breath mints
Dying for a chance to be queen bee
Someone's gonna bag him, why not me?
Hi Sebastian, oh, nice tights
Cinderella, hey
Did she just call him Sebastian? No title? The cheek!
Looks like you've become quite the hit with the ladies suddenly
You sure you still want me at the ball?
Your highness!
I'm sorry to interrupt your conversation with this, um, this
But you're needed, urgently
I'd better go, it's all gone a bit mad
I can see that
Hey
You want my advice, then back off, Cinderella
You better think twice, you'll embarrass yourself
What?
Sebastian's polite and too nice, Cinderella
You're not in his league so get back on the shelf
Did he say this to you?
The prince is a sweetheart and too kind to say it
But you're not his type, take a look at these girls
You're kind of a dog, there's no way to convey it
You'd best skip the ball, spend the night with the squirrels
Of course, how stupid of me
Cinderella! This bracelet is too heavy for me to carry!
Cinderella, I need you, now!
Poor Cinderella, dull as a turnip
Cursed with a face that's as plain as a boot
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