And, as you will gather. I’m not at all vain.

My nose is too big. My eyes too small.

Any my tiny, wee mouth, You’d hardly notice at all.

But I love dressing up in my mother’s clothes.

With high-heeled shoes, and long white hose.

Lipstick and powder. Colours by the score.

Mascara and blusher. I couldn’t ask for more.

I pretend I’m a princess. And happy I’ll be,

when my handsome prince comes. And falls in love with me.

We’ll live in a palace. And both wear a crown.

And he’ll take me to Paris to buy a new gown.