Why would 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?!

Calliope:
She's a frothy little bubble
with a flimsy kind of charm
And with very little trouble
I could break her little arm!

Both:
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?!

Minerva:
Her face is exuiside I suppose,
but no more exuiside that a rose is.

Calliope:
Her skin may be delacate and soft
but not any softer that a doe's is

Minerva:
He neck is no longer that a swan's

Calliope:
She's only as dainty as a daisy

Minerva:
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?!

Minerva:
She's a frothy little bubble
with a frilly sort of air
and with very little trouble
I could pull out all her hair!! Ha ha ha ha!

Both:
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