Stepsisters' Lament

Why should a fella want a girl like her?
 A frail and fluffy beauty?
 Why can't a fella ever once prefer
 A solid girl like me?
 She's a frothy little bubble
 With a flimsy kind of air
 And with very little trouble
 I could pull out all her hair
 Oh oh why would a fella want a girl like her?
 A girl who's so unusual?
 Why can't a fella ever once prefer
 A usual girl like me?!
 Her cheeks are a pretty shade of pink
 But not any pinker than a rose is
 Her skin may be delicate and soft
 But not any softer that a doe's is
 Her neck is no longer that a swan's
 She's only as dainty as a daisy
 She's only as graceful as a bird
 So why is the fella going crazy?
 Oh why would a fella want a girl like her
 A girl who's merely lovely?
 Why can't a fella ever once prefer
 A girl who's merely me?
 She's a frothy little bubble
 With a frilly kind of charm
 And with very little trouble
 I could break her little arm
 Oh, oh, why would a fella want a girl like her
 A girl who's merely lovely?
 Why can't a fella ever once prefer
 A girl who's merely me?
 What's the matter with the man?
 What's the matter with the man?
 What's the matter with the man?