Music by Alan Menken Lyrics by Howard Ashman **** Call me a princess, I don't care Call me obsessed with nails and hair Only concerned with what to wear Shallow and so blase
Go ahead, call me "royal pain" I'm unimpressed with your disdain Let me repeat one sweet refrain Princesses get their way
Other girls cook, but that's not relaxing Princesses make reservations Life's much too short and Lord, it's so taxing Ruling these darn Third World nations
Some say that when I nag a whine Nobody's voice is as shrill as mine Daddy thinks that I sound just fine He's in my royal sway Other girls study, why do they bother? I study how to grease up my father Fathers were born to pay And princesses get their way
Call me a princess, I don't mind Selfish disgrace to womankind People need hobbies - I unwind Watching how much I weigh
Other girls work for law degrees Some scrub the floor on hands and knees I'd rather have a facial, please Slather her face in clay
Soon I'll get married - what could be sweeter? To some Salim or Abdullah Whoever he is, the two things he'll need are Earplugs and plenty of moola
Princesses write a check - it clears That's 'cause they spend those wonder years Running to Dad and faking tears Training him to obey Fresh outta cash? No problem, I drop a Snit and go running straight to my papa Then everything's okay Princesses get their way Believe it Princesses get their way