Perfect Slumber Party

Sofia, pinecones are not a part of a perfect princess slumber party
Oh, I thought I explained this before
But I guess I'll have to do it again

Our perfect slumber party
Is just about to begin
And at a perfect slumber party
Everybody's gotta fit in

There's a certain way we do things
We don't snort and we don't squeal
And running around with pinecones
Really isn't part of the deal
We do our hair, we have some tea
And when we sing it's soft and always on key
By chance, if we should dance
We'd waltz elegantly

That's our perfect slumber party
And that's the way it's always been
The jist of it to be a hit
You gotta fit, everybody's gotta fit in
Everybody's gotta fit in, they gotta fit in

At a perfect slumber party
Why should we all act the same?
Cause at a perfect slumber party
Isn't fun the name of the game?
Why can't they bounce
On every bed?
Or wear a dozen pinecones all up in their head?
Give their dance a single chance
It may be as fun as they said

Oh, sofia
It's our perfect slumber party
And our patience is wearing thin
They need to quit
You must admit
They're not gonna fit, they're not gonna fit, they're not gonna fit
And everybody's gotta fit in

I'm gonna help 'em fit in
They're never gonna fit in
They can fit in
At a perfect slumber party
They'll never fit in, they'll never fit in
I'm gonna help 'em fit in
Goodluck