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I'm as mild and as meek
As a mouse
When I hear a command
I obey
But I know of a spot
In my house
Where no one can stand
In my way

In my own little corner
In my own little chair
I can be whatever
I want to be
On the wings of my fancy
I can fly anywhere
And the world will
Open its arms to me
I'm a young Egyptian princess
Or a milkmaid
I'm the greatest premadonna
In the land
I'm a heiress who has always
Had her silk made
By her own flock of silkworms
In Japan

I'm a girl men go mad for
Loves a game I can play
With a cool and confident
Kind of air
Just as long as I stay
In my own little corner
All alone
In my own
Little chair

I can be whatever
I want to be
I'm a thief in Calcutta
I'm a queen in Peru
I'm a mermaid
Dancing upon the sea
I'm a huntress on an
African Safari
It's a dangerous type of sport
And yet it's fun
In the night I sally forth
To seek my quarry
And I find
I forgot to bring my gun
I am lost in the jungle
All alone and unarmed
When I meet a lioness
In her lair
Then I'm glad to be back
In my own little corner
All alone in my own
Little chair
I'm as mild and as meek    As a mouse    When I hear a command    I obey    But I know of a spot    In my house    Where no one can stand    In my way       In my own little corner    In my own little chair    I can be whatever    I want to be    On the wings of my fancy    I can fly anywhere    And the world will    Open its arms to me    I'm a young Egyptian princess    Or a milkmaid    I'm the greatest premadonna    In the land    I'm a heiress who has always    Had her silk made    By her own flock of silkworms    In Japan       I'm a girl men go mad for    Loves a game I can play    With a cool and confident    Kind of air    Just as long as I stay    In my own little corner    All alone    In my own    Little chair       I can be whatever    I want to be    I'm a thief in Calcutta   I'm a queen in Peru    I'm a mermaid    Dancing upon the sea    I'm a huntress on an    African Safari    It's a dangerous type of sport    And yet it's fun    In the night I sally forth    To seek my quarry    And I find    I forgot to bring my gun    I am lost in the jungle    All alone and unarmed    When I meet a lioness    In her lair    Then I'm glad to be back    In my own little corner    All alone in my own    Little chair