Prunella: 

Why should a fellow want a girl like her a frail 

and fluffy beauty why can't a fellow ever once prefer a solid girl like me



Esmerelda: 

She's a frothy little bubble with a flimsy kind of charm and with very little trouble 

I could break her little arm.



Prunella: 

Oh, oh why would a fellow want a girl like her so obviously unusual 

why can't a fellow ever once prefer a usual girl like me



Esmerelda: 

Her cheeks are a pretty shade of pink, but not any pinker than roses



Prunella: 

Her skin may be delicate and soft, 

but not any softer than a doe's is



Esmerelda: 

Her neck is no whiter than a swan's



Prunella: 

She's only as dainty as a daisy



Esmerelda: 

She's only as graceful as a bird!



Both: 

So why is the fellow going crazy?

oh why would a fellow want a girl like her,

a girl who's merely lovely, 

why can't a fellow ever once prefer a girl who's merely me



Prunella: 

She's a frothy little bubble with a frilly sort of air 

And with very little trouble I could pull out all her hair!



Both: 

oh why would a fellow want a girl like her, a girl who's merely lovely, 

why can't a fellow 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?!!