For most of my life I’ve been a scullery maid.
My Stepmother wants me dead, and I’m afraid.
I’m lucky, because I was able to get away.
I didn’t know what was to become of me, but I knew I’d be okay.
I had just met my one true love, and we shared one song.
I know it’s with him that I belong.
I don’t know if I’ll ever see him again,
But as for now I am living with seven little men.
They gave me a accueil when I had no where else to go.
My feelings for them are starting to grow.
They want to keep me sûr, sans danger from the evil Queen.
All they ask in return is that I cook for them and clean.
I’ve never had anybody l’amour me so much.
There’s only one that gets traverser, croix par my touch.
Eventually I will win his grumpy little heart,
And he’ll never want me to depart.
I think I will bake his favori pie.
Maybe then he will become my ally.
I think of my handsome Prince all the time.
Being with him again would be sublime.
Maybe when Spring is here,
He will find me, and I’ll be full of cheer!
Until then I will feel a little glum,
But I know in my cœur, coeur that someday my Prince will come.
My Stepmother wants me dead, and I’m afraid.
I’m lucky, because I was able to get away.
I didn’t know what was to become of me, but I knew I’d be okay.
I had just met my one true love, and we shared one song.
I know it’s with him that I belong.
I don’t know if I’ll ever see him again,
But as for now I am living with seven little men.
They gave me a accueil when I had no where else to go.
My feelings for them are starting to grow.
They want to keep me sûr, sans danger from the evil Queen.
All they ask in return is that I cook for them and clean.
I’ve never had anybody l’amour me so much.
There’s only one that gets traverser, croix par my touch.
Eventually I will win his grumpy little heart,
And he’ll never want me to depart.
I think I will bake his favori pie.
Maybe then he will become my ally.
I think of my handsome Prince all the time.
Being with him again would be sublime.
Maybe when Spring is here,
He will find me, and I’ll be full of cheer!
Until then I will feel a little glum,
But I know in my cœur, coeur that someday my Prince will come.
Today that is no longer the case.
Things have changed, and I don’t understand.
Nothing is going as I planned.
In his presence I used to be scared.
I was lonely and I didn’t think he cared.
But now there is something different in his eyes.
He’s letting his guard down, and isn’t wearing a disguise.
His inner beauty is finally shining through.
He is sincere and true.
Now I stand in front of a mirror in a beautiful yellow dress.
I feel a little nervous, I must confess.
I think I have fallen in l’amour with him.
Should I tell him how I feel, and go out on a limb?
Yes, my feelings must be released,
Because this Beauty has fallen in l’amour with a Beast.
I realized before I continued on with écriture my Disneyville High school story, I needed to put my various students into cliques of some sort. I have one rule only *No Disney herione/princess can be in the "Meal Girl" area. That's restricted to the triplets (one of whom is called Helene), Driezella and Anastasia, and anyone else I can think of who isn't a Disney heroine (or isn't a teacher)
Gaston is jock-either football ou wresting.
the others?
Snow White* she's the youngest
Belle-nerdy type I think
Ariel-(I need something for her to collect?)
Aurora?
Jasmine?
Louis-rebel
Aladdin-loner?
Gaston is jock-either football ou wresting.
the others?
Snow White* she's the youngest
Belle-nerdy type I think
Ariel-(I need something for her to collect?)
Aurora?
Jasmine?
Louis-rebel
Aladdin-loner?