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,
And the world will open it's arms to me.
I'm a young Egyptian princess,
Or a milkmaid,
I'm the greatest prima donna in the land.
I'm an 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
With a cool and confidant kind of aire,
Just as long as I stay in my own little corner
All alone in my own little chair.
. .I can be whatever I want to be.
I'm a thief from Calcutta,
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 dang'rous type of sport,
And yet it's fun.
In the night I sally forth to seek my quarry
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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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,
And the world will open it's arms to me.
I am in the royal palace,
Of all places!
I am chatting with the prince,
And king, and queen.
And the color of my two stepsisters faces
Is a queer sort of sour apple green.
I am coy and flirtatious when alone with the prince.
A-hahahaha! Oh, my Your Highness, you shouldn't say such things!
I'm the Belle of the Ball in my own little corner,
All alone in my own little chair.
Fol-de-rol and fiddle-dee-dee,
Fiddle-dee-faddle-dee-fawdle.
All the wishes in all the world
Are poppy cot and twaut.
Fol-de-rol and fiddle-dee-dee,
Fiddle-dee-faddle-dee-foodle,
All the dreamers in all the world
Are dizzy in the noodle!