Prime Artist:              Leslie Ann Warren


Lyrics by:                 Oscar Hammerstein II     (O. Greeley Clendenning H. II)
Music by:                  Richard Rodgers
From the Film:             Cinderella  1965 (M)

Lyrics:
CINDERELLA

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 its arms to me.

I'm a young Norweigan princess or a milkmaid;
I'm the greatest primadonna in Milan.
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 confident kind of air
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 slave 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 dangerous type of sport, and yet, it's fun
In the night I sally forth to find 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
And I'm glad to be back in my own little corner
All alone
In my own
Little chair

*reprise*
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!

Contributed by Carlene Bogle