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letra de the village square - andrew lloyd webber

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[all villagers]
the royal ball on sat-rday

[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

- andrew lloyd webber

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