[JOY]
Why would a fellow want a girl like her
A frail and fluffy beauty?
Why can’t a fellow ever once prefer
A solid girl like me?

[PORTIA]
She’s a frothy little bubble
With a flimsy kind of charm
And with very little trouble
I could break her little arm

[JOY]
Oh, oh
Why would a fellow want a girl like her
So obviously unusual?
Why can’t a fellow ever once prefer
A usual girl like me?

[PORTIA]
Her cheeks are a pretty shade of pink
But not any pinker than a rose is

[JOY]
Her skin may be delicate and soft
But not any softer than a doe’s is
[PORTIA]
Her neck is no whiter than a swan’s

[JOY]
She’s only as dainty as a daisy

[PORTIA]
She’s only as graceful as a bird

[BOTH]
So why is the fellow going crazy?

Oh why would a fellow want a girl like her
A girl who’s merely lovely
Why can’t a fellow ever once prefer
A girl who’s merely me?

What’s the matter with the man?
What’s the matter with the man?
What’s the matter with the man?