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 wing of my fancy, I can fly anywhere
And the world will open it’s arms to me
I’m a young Norwegian princess or a milkmaid
I’m the greatest primadonna in Milan
I’m an heiress who has always had her silk made
By her own flock of silk worms in Japan
I’m a girl men go mad for
Love’s 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
