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Andrew Lloyd Webber - The Village Square Lyrics

[ALL VILLAGERS]
The royal ball on Saturday

[GIRLS]
I must be the one he'll choose

[ALL VILLAGERS]
It's a prizefight, win or lose
Preparing for the big soiree

[GIRLS]
We've had facelifts, we've had peels

[SOLO GIRL]
Hope to God the blood congeals

[ALL VILLAGERS]
Girls are storming each boutique

[GIRL]
Haven't eaten in a week

[GIRL, spoken]
It's him

[GIRLS]
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?
[SOLO GIRL]
What a total dreamboat is this prince

[SOLO GIRL 2]
Glad I did my hair and bought breath mints

[GIRLS]
Dying for a chance to be queen bee
Someone's gonna bag him, why not me?

[CINDERELLA, spoken]
Hi Sebastian, oh, nice tights

[SEBASTIAN, spoken]
Cinderella, hey

[GIRL, spoken]
Did she just call him Sebastian? No title? The cheek!

[CINDERELLA, spoken]
Looks like you've become quite the hit with the ladies suddenly
You sure you still want me at the ball?

[DORIAN]
Your highness!
I'm sorry to interrupt your conversation with this, um, this
But you're needed, urgently
[SEBASTIAN, spoken]
I'd better go, it's all gone a bit mad

[CINDERELLA, spoken]
I can see that

[DORIAN, spoken]
Hey

[DORIAN]
You want my advice, then back off, Cinderella
You better think twice, you'll embarrass yourself

[CINDERELLA, spoken]
What?

[DORIAN]
Sebastian's polite and too nice, Cinderella
You're not in his league so get back on the shelf

[CINDERELLA, spoken]
Did he say this to you?

[DORIAN]
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
[CINDERELLA, spoken]
Of course, how stupid of me

[ADELE, spoken]
Cinderella! This bracelet is too heavy for me to carry!

[MARIE, spoken]
Cinderella, I need you, now!

[STEPMOTHER]
Poor Cinderella, dull as a turnip
Cursed with a face that's as plain as a boot