Your fallen tears have called to me
So here comes my sweet remedy
I know what every princess needs
For her to live life happily...
With just a wave of my magic wand
Your troubles will soon be gone
With a flick of the wrist
And just a flash you'll land a prince
With a ton of cash
A high priced dress made by mice no less
Some crystal glass pumps and no more stress
Your worries will banish your soul will cleanse
Confide in your very own furniture friends
We'll help you set
A new fashion trend!
I'll make you fancy, I'll make you great
The kind of gal the prince would date
They'll write your name on the bathroom wall
"For happy ever after, give Fiona a call!"
Sporty new carriage to ride in style
S*** man my chauffeur Kyle!
We'll banish your blemishes, tooth decay,
Cellulite thighs will fade away, and all with a
"hey! have a Bichon Frise."
Nip and tuck, here and there,
To land that prince with the perfect hair,
Lipstick liner, shadows, blush,
To get that prince with the s*** tush,
Lucky day, hot buffet,
You and your prince take a roll in the hay,
You can spoon on the moon with the prince
To this tune!
Don't be drab, you'll be fab!
Your prince will have proper heirs
Cheese soufflé, have a nice day, have some chicken fricassee,
Nip and tuck, here and there,
To land that prince with the perfect hair!
Lipstick liners...
Fiona: Thank you very much fairy godmother, but I really don't think
I need all of this...
Cabinet: Fine, be that way