Music by Alan Menken
Lyrics by Howard Ashman
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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  [bad word] 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 [bad word] 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  [bad word] to Dad and faking tears 
Training him to obey 
Fresh outta cash? No problem, I drop a 
Snit and [bad word] straight to my papa 
Then everything's okay 
Princesses get their way 
Believe it 
Princesses get their way