Back to Top

A Very Nice Prince Video (MV)




Performed By: Phillipa Soo
Featuring: Sara Bareilles
Length: 1:09
Written by: Stephen Sondheim




Phillipa Soo - A Very Nice Prince Lyrics
Official




[ Featuring Sara Bareilles ]

Now the Prince, what was he like?
He's a very nice Prince
And?
And
It's a very nice ball
And?
And
When I entered, they trumpeted

And?
The Prince?
Oh, the Prince
Yes, the Prince
Well, he's tall

Is that all?
Did you dance?
Is he charming? They say that he's charming

We did nothing but dance
Yes? And?
And it made a nice change
No, the Prince
Oh, the Prince
Yes, the Prince
He has charm for a Prince, I guess
Guess?

I don't meet a wide range
And it's all very strange

Are you to return to the Festival tomorrow eve?
Uh, perhaps
Perhaps? Oh, to be pursued by a Prince
All that pursues me is tomorrow's bread
What I wouldn't give to be in your shoes

Will you look over there
An enormous vine growing next to that little cottage

I mean slippers
It looks like a giant beanstalk rising into the sky
As pure as gold?
I must get home

Wait
I need your shoes
Hey
Come back here
[ Correct these Lyrics ]

[ Correct these Lyrics ]

We currently do not have these lyrics. If you would like to submit them, please use the form below.


We currently do not have these lyrics. If you would like to submit them, please use the form below.




Now the Prince, what was he like?
He's a very nice Prince
And?
And
It's a very nice ball
And?
And
When I entered, they trumpeted

And?
The Prince?
Oh, the Prince
Yes, the Prince
Well, he's tall

Is that all?
Did you dance?
Is he charming? They say that he's charming

We did nothing but dance
Yes? And?
And it made a nice change
No, the Prince
Oh, the Prince
Yes, the Prince
He has charm for a Prince, I guess
Guess?

I don't meet a wide range
And it's all very strange

Are you to return to the Festival tomorrow eve?
Uh, perhaps
Perhaps? Oh, to be pursued by a Prince
All that pursues me is tomorrow's bread
What I wouldn't give to be in your shoes

Will you look over there
An enormous vine growing next to that little cottage

I mean slippers
It looks like a giant beanstalk rising into the sky
As pure as gold?
I must get home

Wait
I need your shoes
Hey
Come back here
[ Correct these Lyrics ]
Writer: Stephen Sondheim
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner Chappell Music, Inc.

Back to: Phillipa Soo

Tags:
No tags yet